Wow. I assumed that she was dismissed from her internship for this. Glad to hear otherwise. I hope the police referral thing is just a formality.

I’m not familiar with the layout there, but isn’t it possible that she might have seen him from her location (and vice versa) before we did, at the camera location?

Yeeoww!! You win - I got to go to the kindly old doctor, who hit it up with some Novocaine first. (Of course he did have to cut half of my thumbnail off to get to it all.)  =0

Came here to post that. Somewhat concerned about those, uh, panda parts.

It just looks bigger because he’s so skinny.  I, uh, know someone who is a good converse example of this phenomenon.

You’re right about this.  People need to remember that what you need to get through life is not always the same thing you need to get through death.

And little pickles.

I dunno... To me, those tats just say, “I’ve been blackout drunk at least 2 times.”

I got an ‘02 Altima and a Chevy HHR. I feel like I just found my table in the Jalop lunchroom.

Pretty sure that’s a ‘65 Olds Cutlass. My grandpa had an F-85, which was the family-sedan version.

Here’s my go-to link for these:

...Aaand, there’s our T-Shirt of the Week!

This is a title belt I would gladly relinquish.

Yeah, this ain’t helping. Less hyperbole, please.

True.

Wow! You win Band Name of the Week by a mile.

Preach so nice we starred it twice

This, exactly. If Johnny wants to cut me a check for what he’s not spending on decent therapy, I’ll start going tomorrow. Sheesh.

With regrets: Any reasonably accurate analysis of the dildo-carpet-bombing scenario is going to yield some pretty sobering casualty numbers.

So our First Lady has the razor-sharp social conciousness of a snot-nosed thirteen-year-old. Got it, thanks.