Can you imagine that orange lacquered, doughy head, with its asshole lips puckered up and advancing toward you?

No big deal. Melanie is used to working nights. (Or “evenings” if you want a polite term.)

All those stock buy-backs, funded with tax cuts. Have any of them actually boosted stock prices, or are those gains now wiped out?

You think it’s marzipan, but that almondy flavor is actually cyanide.

Easy to get unanimous consent when they know it’s not moving forward in the House this term.

Every ornament on my tree is made of wood or paper. Even the garland is little wooden Santa heads or snowmen strung together. The tree-topper is the top half of a wooden Santa nesting doll.

U.S. District Judge Emmet Sullivan

A Weed Grows in Toledo, the beloved American classic about a young girl’s coming-of-age at the turn of the twenty-first century.

Now that we have the letter of intent, Rudy will deny that any contract negotiations pursuant to that letter happened, until he accidentally admits that active negotiations were going on at least until the election.

Once he’s in the wheelchair, though, you can quickly guide him to a more restricted part of the airport and ... well... words would not be required.

As part of its agreement with the attorney general’s office, the foundation will be required to sell its remaining assets and donate the proceeds, said Amy Spitalnick, a spokeswoman for Underwood.

Medicaid doesn’t get to pick and choose who gets paid and who doesn’t. If the providers are licensed and the facility is licensed, and they are providing actual medical care, they will be reimbursed.

Of course not. Congress controls the purse strings through the allocation process. The spending bills are passed and signed by the President, and nobody can move money from one pile into another without a new Congressional authorization and presidential signature.

Right-wing dating site has boner doctor on retainer. Sounds like a match made in heaven.

I’ll always prefer “Santa’s Super Sleigh,” but this is OK I guess.

I think this is a terrible Christmas card. Not because their backs are to the camera, but because in black and white you can’t tell that it’s fireworks. It could be a forest fire or an artillery attack with smoke bombs, or thick fog coming off the lake.

How than they miss the Christmas party on Friday? It’s their last chance to grab a piece of those young, nubile hookers lobbyists before they have to go back to their horrible home towns and families.

I would happily watch a whole season of the new show, Eliza Dushku Cursing.

You mean Rod Serling (Roger Sterling is a character on Mad Men.)