What unexpectedly (and delightfully) peaceful music for the making of one of the most fearsome and deadly weapons of its time.

I do worry about Chip. I fear he does not, deep down, relish the clown role, and will some day soon expire from leaping into a fast-flowing filthy creek or eat a fatally toxic cockroach as the producers clap their hands and shout “more!”

Make America Shrink and Stain Again

Thompson could not be reached for comment.

I bet she’s a right shit to Boots, too, when the mic is off.

I’m still staggered by the feathers. If we ever do clone and farm dinosaurs we shall all dress like Aztec priests. And make amusing fluttering sounds as we flee from the escaped dinos ...

Well, the last straw was dropped last month after family members found a crack pipe on the property, and it turned out Lamar hadn’t even called the show’s producers in time to film this new plot-line.

Consider Fleabadass

I’m sadder that not one fella on Snow’s side was smart enough to give him a huge club. He’d have been through that shield wall faster than you could say “Well flay me!”

I won’t be happy until we all speak like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins.

Americans have struggled to say “Bffggg” with any real success.

And Lyft’s marketing department is currently being escorted out the building ...

HODORXIT

It will assist some scores of hipster New Yorkers with upstate homes to be found under inexpertly felled trees some months down the line.

All your canines are belong to us.

Hey now ...

I once stood like that lady in the top image, when I had my kilt on. A chaotic scene followed.

Broiling Man

Three is fine and all, but I’m up for a laminated menu of healthy traits to choose from. Especially wolf eyes and maybe hands like kittens’ paws.

Huckle. Bury. Fin.