I’m rooting for the refugee team: Mark Shrayber, C.J. Pinkham, Dayna Evans and Leah Beckmann.

Twirling, twirling towards freedom!

Oh, we got Trump

Oh come now! There’s a world of difference between seedy gamblers and respectable traveling salesmen promoting youth marching bands.

Because when I think sound economic policy, I immediately think of poker players.

Saw him at Pitchfork, not knowing what to expect. Blew me away with his stage presence.

The “Sproing!” you just heard was a thousand boners popping up on the Reddit boards—

Get predators out of the Internet and back in the pulpit!

Homebrewed beer; a light ale.

I have battled through the exhaustion and fog of depression today to do chores. Grocery shopping, general straightening up of my room, change the cat litter; even managed to practice some guitar and do some writing.

Suddenly I have a craving for blue waffles...

How long until some eating establishment puts a raw cocktail wiener on a hotdog bun and sells it as “The Roger Ailes”?

Off the top of my head—

Nothing right now, because of far too much New Belgium beer earlier.

Does screaming into a pillow count as performance art?

Bet he stole the blowjob info-link idea from Philip K. Dick, too.

Trump people got no reason

Probably taking her daily seven-hour-long shower.

Uganda is like Germany, but with more adverbs.

And when was the Last time you made my eyes scream in ecstatic terror, Philip? Between serving on the city council and your trips to buy quicklime and rubber gloves... I can’t even remember the last time you suddenly appeared in the mirror next to me .