Never underestimate the dizzying array of bullshit religious folks sling to make the world make sense to them.

Although, let's be honest, a week is a little suspicious.

I live in Memphis, and the absolute best part of this story was hearing the anchor on the local news say "butthole" on air.

Not to mention that Sinatra fella.

But now with Leonard Nimoy's dulcet tones reverberating in your ears.

But oddly, we can't say cvnt here.

Ooh, good catch!

In that case, you're in luck! I found this after my original comment. Prepare to get exactly ZERO work done today.

"'You did what with who?' / What good is a ménage à trois when you have a soulmate? / 'You risked that for Blue?'"

Uh oh, you've triggered my nostalgia for unexplained phenomena.

Dawes

And it's our job, too.

That wasn't a booger, it was a tonsil stone. Way worse.

I can't stop singing the KISS song from Rock And Roll Over …

Based on everyone's recommendations, I rented John Wick from Amazon the other night. Loved it!

Pemphigus vulgaris. Why I can remember that, I have no idea.

Pedo- and Franco- being first and second?

Well I have the Star Wars soundtrack on vinyl from Xmas 1977. Suck it!

I checked out John Wick over the weekend and thoroughly enjoyed it! In fact, I'm looking forward to John Wick 2. Apparently stunt men and martial arts trainers are in love with Keanu because he's so great to work with. Still can't do an accent to save his life, though.

Perhaps Big Audio Dynamite said it best …