The strange thing is the extent to which one man's meat is another man's poison. A colleague of mine recoils as if shot when he hears "What's not to like", whereas I can't understand what's to dislike.

I felt so dirty. I felt like a piece of meat. I find being a piece of meat very exciting.

Bethlehem police allege Joseph Bullaro stole packages of steak on consecutive days from South Side grocer Ahart's Market and sold the meat on the street.

Deflation: what's not to like? Deflation is only a problem if you're the one trying to sell the cheap thing, or if the incredibly cheap thing is your salary, and your boss can't decide between paying you peanuts and finding someone else who will do your job for even less.

The strange thing is how the tons of homework and projects are justified as preparation for real life.

The fact that Penn is heterosexual in real life hikes his Oscar hopes significantly.

What's not to like? But enough about Hillary.

Is there anybody on this globe who doesn't love Prince Philip's sense of humour?

The strange thing is, even though the extra pillows are merely tossed aside, I have become deeply suspicious of hotels that are willing to part with only two per bed.

Really, who doesn’t love a little stuffed adrenal gland?

So, what's not to like? Alas, our deep state of infatuation with Barack Obama tempts us to look the other way when he does or say things that are, frankly, unlovely.

But enough about gamers.

Who doesn't love amnesia?