AND

It really irks me when I hear people say "two thousand AND eight," or "two thousand AND [insert number here]."

It's just TWO THOUSAND EIGHT. No and. And what? Two thousand and four score and eight years and twelve cats?

JUST LEAVE OUT THE AND already.

And...

Yesterday I saw a commercial for a magical cold remedy that transformed what appeared to be a miserable, suffering mother of two small children into a happy, skipping, energetic playmate for her kids.

If that's really what happens, I can't wait to try some - as soon as possible - why wait for a cold. I didn't realize that over-the-counter cold medicines now contained E and speed.

And...

Does anyone care less than I do about Roger Clemens and what he shot into his ass?