Brworldexit?

It is such a pleasure to be on a train, as it travels past traffic jams.

I was about to post a snarky comment against the lazy corrupt racist orange santorum-covered enemy of the people, until I realized how sad it would be if Tiffany were to read it. (She won’t, but it’s the principle.) I have no desire to throw any shade on her.

It’s amazing to see how strong certain women are. Their physiques can be deceptive. You may look at a woman and think that she couldn’t possibly, say, do 100 pull-ups with good form, yet 100 pull-ups later....

The only “masculine” muscles I’ve seen on women, are those bodybuilders who presumably use steroids.

You mean you’re not going to toe the line? 

Heil...er, hail good grammar! 

the Stephen Sondheim musical Merrily We Roll Along, which is set from 1957 to 1976

That summary of naturopathic medicine barely scratches the surface.

One thing you didn’t talk about: steroids. 

At first I thought you were talking about the Mozart opera. I was a bit confused. 

Passing New Yorkers, as New Yorkers are wont to do, drive right on by without so much as stopping.

Which day of Christmas was this?

It must have been a poltrygeist that took it all away, no bones about it. 

I won’t lie—I don’t follow CMA awards. Heck, I usually don’t follow country music. Nor hip hop, for that matter.

27:45.

It would have to be done on Faux News, or it wouldn’t be effective because it would be preaching to the converted. 

It is increasingly clear that the lazy corrupt racist orange santorum-covered enemy of the people is not the only problem.

My fantasy is that she was a mole.

This. One night a long time ago, I pulled over in a rural area to take a leak. I inadvertently got my car stuck in mud. A Good Samaritan pulled over to check on me. He told me that a guy down the street had a private tow truck. We woke the guy up, who pulled my car out of the mud. It was good to have the money on hand…