The man who cannot spell “accomplishment” certainly does not have a clever plan. 

Punny and perfect!

Oh, that is insufferably twee...it’s PERFECT!

I am gonna open an Artisinal Mayo Shoppe just up the block from Drew’s place. He has GOT to respect that!

Much better to eat them while still in my underwear and thus turn my bed into a fucking roach party.

This week’s Clapback Mailbag is going to fun after this!

My Granny would allow me to pick out the chicken we would eat in the dumplings and I always had one that chased me...that’s the one we ate. 

The left thigh of a free-range chicken raised in a backyard of someone whose nieces and nephews were kinda scared of it, deep-fried on the front right eye of the stove

There is only the one real solution:  The Les Nessman Office Plan

On Easter Sunday if you’re re-enacting the resurrection of Christ at sunrise service and you quote the third chapter and second verse in the Lost book of L’Quan

The Wall Street Journal:  Couching White Supremacy in Genteel Bullshit since 1889!

AH!  It’s been 40 years since I was at Wall Drug, so I missed it. 

THAT was my grandfather’s job!

Wall South Dakota, duh! 

Sometimes they would sit outside in front of the room as well.  

OH MAN THOSE WERE AWESOME!

We had a base commander in Kuwait back in the 90's who just flat out banned sunglasses because of this. We are in the damn desert, broiling our eyes in our sockets and squinting all the times by Lt Col Asshat got a boner over 35-10.

Stuckey’s was a frickin’ oasis in the desert, pecan logs and bathrooms and those games with pegs in that triangle of wood that no one understood how to play.

David:

Honestly, these are the only Thrones recaps worth a damn.