Too late! I starred ‘em both. :o)

You’re right, of course. Just some wishful thinking on my part, I guess. I forget that he’s just the tip of the shitberg.

Would it really be that, though? Sometimes I wonder what would happen if someone in a high position would just step up and check this asshole, right to his face. And no, I don’t really want anyone to make his nose squeak (well, I mean, sure, but... no). I’m talking about a proper, extended verbal dressing down that he…

That’s what it’s all about, right there.

I wonder if he would make a noise like one of those inflatable punching clowns? How exquisitely satisfying that would be:

These other world leaders are showing a surprising amount of restraint. I really expected at least one “Oh just sit down and shut up, you stupid, stupid man” by now. But I guess that’s why I’m not a diplomat. (Well... that, and also I don’t even have a high school diploma.)

This fancy gear for cold-brew always makes me chuckle. I use an old collander on a plastic bucket, lined with one of those huge commercial-size Bunn paper filters. Using Cameron’s “Intense French” that I coarse-grind in the big mill at the grocery store, a $7 pound of beans gets me about 2-1/2 gallons of the best…

This fancy gear for cold-brew always makes me chuckle. I use an old collander on a plastic bucket, lined with one…

Cheshire Catmobile!

God damn that little beady-eyed fucking Keebler elf.

“Join the discussion,” reads the banner.

Hee!

It really was - except for one night. One of my buddies didn’t do drugs, and was pretty level-headed in general. The first thing he did when we took him out there was to get out of the car in the pitch dark and go striding directly into the woods, saying, “Okay, what the hell is that.” It was pretty goddamn…

Oh jeez, this made me remember something from ages ago:

What are we to do?

Yes! Sunday nights are terrible, ugh.

STAR YOU

They’re not just pops - they’re OtterPops!

I have to wonder how curious little kids really are about all this stuff these days? Or are they more like, “Whatever, my dad used to be a girl, just give me a popsicle.”? (Disclaimer: I am an old.)

Hahahaha!!! Oh Jesus why is that so funny.

Ha! That reminds me, I found a half-empty can of Copenhagen (chewing tobacco) sitting on the desk in the hotel room I checked into the other night. Having no prior experience with such a thing, I had to open it and see what it was like. The contents of that little can made me weep for humanity. (Also, just actually…