I believe the national park you meant to mention was Glacier Bay National Park. I had a friend that worked there, but only lasted a couple years before moving on to hustle and bustle of Mount Rushmore in South Dakota. 

Some of those running shorts don’t leave much to the imagination.

As a pair: cherry pitter and a potato masher.

Don’t you mean, MAXIMUM CLETUS!

That must have hurt like a motherfucker, but your recounting of it made me laugh out loud!

Well his official campaign did Photoshop his face onto Thanos’ body, so clearly they’re already identifying with the kill-half-of-life villain.

Yaaaaaah! That is horrifying! Good (and unexpected) shade by Weird Al, though.

My mom gave me a Le Cruset dutch oven years ago that she found for quite a bargain at a TJ Maxx. It’s not a trendy color, but yay me!

Reading that a guy in AZ died after following Trump’s chloroquine advice or whatever, prompts the question: Can the president realistically be sued/charged with criminal negligence?

Well, why do you think they call it the Dark Ages?!? It’s the shadows, duh!

Weird Al was only 32 when he released it, so that would be a smaller age gap for Aaron Paul to play.

I like to add additional dry pasta to it too as that makes it enough mac & cheese that it reduces the temptation of “well, might as well finish it off.”

It’s reasonable to debate the balance of civil liberties, closures, and public health. But for pete’s sake, why would you feel compelled to shout that to the world unsolicited? Get yourself a book club or Thanksgiving dinner for that!

I had to restrain myself from yelling “Get it, get it!” at my computer.

Whatever keeps him out of the post office.

Well a lot of weird shit comes through that Bifrost.

I went to Costco Saturday and heard a lady on her cellphone saying, “So apparently Corona[virus] causes diarrhea ‘cause they’re out of toilet paper.”

View to a Kielbasa

I was thinking Arnold’s nephew who lives in New Jersey, but I also like the idea of it being Universals Studio’s stage show of Last Action Hero.

My brother sold candy bars decades ago when he was in the cub scouts until one day we discovered the dog had eaten about $15 worth. (To no real ill effects.)