Also, WITNESS TESTIMONY IS EVIDENCE!!! Gah, it is so tired that people don’t understand that.

What, rslwn, your ladybits don’t feature an engraving of a map of downtown Seattle? Just me then.

Aka Ruby’s Saturday night. (Hey Ruby, haven't seen you here lately.)

Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction. When you knock me down, I get the fuck back up again!

Peggy is the Jan Brady of the Schuyler Sisters. Poor Peggy.

Werk!

My rallying cry: America’s favorite fightin’ Frenchman!

Can this thread devolve into us shouting our favorite Hamilton lines? Because I need that.

C’mon people, the British name their sons St. John (Sinjin) all the damn time.

[Tosses panties in.]

Just this morning I ran into the total asshole from law school, and the hate rage boiled up inside of me, fresh and clear as it was 15 years ago. I totally get Craig Mazin. I am Craig Mazin.

Hells yeah, Team Lindy 4 eva.

OMG, back to school shopping at Esprit, when you just tried things on over your clothes because no/few dressing rooms, but everything was soooo cheap!

The nasty priests I referred to were molesting children. I have no idea about the nuns, either being molested or doing any molesting.

Think you meant to respond to Mindymoo.

If you want to get even more pissed off at the Catholic church, note that priests have successfully negotiated to have social security withholding paid on their behalf for YEARS. Even the nasty ones who get kicked out for child molestation get to keep their Social Security when they retire.

If men are so good at finding new music, why do they all go through a Pink Floyd stage? (ducks behind desk)

Viola Davis is a pitch perfect example of a celebrity who uses her platform for good, and uses it well. Her work on poverty and food scarcity is so god, and puts such a relatable face (reaching for words) on that problem.

But will she finally reveal why there were clowns in her coffee, clowns in her coffee?

Lawd, the disdain I have for the Juicy tracksuit, ever since some Real Housewives type cut me off to get to the elevator and then cut me off again at the guest boo table at MY FRIEND BRIAN’S FUNERAL. Like, who acts like there’s a VIP room at a g.d. funeral?