At least make it interesting:

I couldn’t be bothered to get crisp bills for the Lunar New Year red envelopes I gave out on Sunday; I’m blaming it on Moderna. My son also got an A- in math; I’m be blaming it on Pfizer just to cover all my bases.

That’s so gross. Trump wanted Hicks so bad you could smell the sweat and desperation. She’s possibly the only woman he wanted to put his greasy mitts on more than his own daughter...

At this point, I think a decent argument can be made that it can just as well be called a gas car with electric assist as an electric car with gas assist. If one side of the argument is more convincing, it’s not overwhelmingly so considering the lengths necessary to buttress the argument.  I give this a solid shrug.

It’s a one-sided, half-page pamphlet...in size 50 font.

I love watching two idiots fight.  In the end, no matter the outcome, nothing of value was lost.

She dresses like what poor people think rich people look like.

Usually, I just ignore posts about people I know nothing about and am pretty sure I don’t want to know anything about. However, while I don’t know or care about anyone in the story, I figured there’s got to be a “Yung Gravy” joke somewhere in the article or the comments worth seeing. And so, the search begins...

Generally speaking, I don’t vote based upon celebrity endorsements or even party affiliation (though, I’ve, of late, made exceptions to that since one party seems incompetent and the other party doesn’t care about objective reality so you pick your poison...). However, I do vote based upon what a politician says and…

If they want to come to my house and watch me come out, in my boxers, during my lunch break from my remote working and drop my mail-in ballot in my mailbox, I’d be glad to oblige for a pay-for-play fee of $10,000. I’ll even put up some local city council lawn signs to gussy up the place for them. For an additional…

I live in a small suburb in Los Angeles county.  I’d get more precise, but...you know.  I will state this one clue:  A Federation starship is named after this city.

I don’t know how it is in Texas, but here in California (at least, my chunk of it), that area between the sidewalk and the street (where the guy is trimming the tree in the picture at the top of this article) is the responsibility of the city. I live in a part of town (Los Angeles suburb) in which the city governs…

All I do is lay in bed all day and listen to “Air Supply”. Granted, I’m probably from another generation; certainly before the ubiquity of dating apps. I allow myself one day of that before going on with my life. Thankfully, I haven’t had to do that in well over two decades.

That has to be one of the most entitled things I have ever heard come from a human mouth. Seriously, the guy is literally “entitled”. Now that he has to be addressed in a manner slightly closer to the rest of us among the unwashed masses, he squeals like a stuck pig. Where’s my pitchfork?

To be perfectly honest, I never checked the accreditation of the school I did my undergrad at. It didn’t occur to me to do so and I’m sure I even knew accreditation was a thing when I applied decades agp. Then again, I attended UCLA so I kind of took it for granted that it was on the up and up and not some random…

I get what Oz is saying, but that’s still super-gross and, yeah, I’m OK with getting dragged for judging. Just because it’s biologically “fine” and not illegal doesn’t mean it’s any less icky. If I’m looking at my family tree on a monitor and I don’t need to scroll to see your name, we’re too close. There are…

Celebrity beefs tend to be messier than the aftermath of lunch at Taco Bell. I try not to get involved in either, but...you know...moth to a flame...

Ah, Blake Masters...Peter Thiel’s acolyte who thinks Democracy has run its course, but is too polite to say it...

Ahhh...takes me back to the Cold War:

It’s just a matter of time...literally.