Honestly, I’ve seen worse stock interiors. It looks like a diligent and competent job. 

It’s a pretty stupid non-comparison. 

He’s got a stool and a fancy uniform. He’s doing quite well for himself.

Nein. You cannot. 

Before or during your match on Warsaw?

“Sir,” Gil Hodges - Gil Hodges! People say he’s the Greatest Met! Greater that Mike Cubbage! Or Tim Tebow! - “Sir,” he says to me, tears - tears! From Gil Hodges, the Greatest Baseball Player ever, Better than Reggie Jackson! Tears! Isn’t Ivanka beautiful? Tears running down the face of Gil Hodges, The Greatest Met -…

I have difficulty choking down their politics. I know. It’s too early in the day to be thinking about and making breakfast choices based on that, but it’s just where I am these days.

He’s a ridiculous and deceitful piece of shit. There are still days when I wake up and allow myself to be surprised that he was ever “elected.”

Bravo, really. 

It’s a gorgeous car. I’d buy one. 

Grandpa Goebbels must be <i>so proud</i> of his little Stevie!

No pictures of the interior? 

It’s utterly fucking batshit that we still even need to have this conversation. Yet here we are.

There are three Popeyes just far enough away from where I live to make going there a considered decision. The closest one is essentially a u-turn on the NYS Thruway and about 15 minutes away; Mrs. Fishes (an otherworldly patient woman) would just shake her head sadly if I ever admitted to having done that.

Red beans and rice!

Truer words were never spoken.

They had high hopes for that Epstein kid but they left him hanging. 

They rub some dirt on it and take a lap. 

You’ll be missed. 

Eli’s little brother did fine, as you‘d expect. He looked like a Cutliffe product. He looke like he stares into mirrors shirtless and yells “Manning!” to psyche himself up.