That is a COLD letter. A masterpiece.

Christ, you are on fire today. Awesome.

Bingo.

It used to be known in these libtard parts as “RomneyCare”.

I just searched for ten minutes for the pen that is holding up my hair. How did we not know this was coming?

The man’s efficient, got to give him credit.

I’m guessing there is a camo trucker hat and a mullet involved in this as well.

As a masshole, I agree with this sentiment completely.

Goddamnit, Nolan, I’m EATING. Ick.

That was my thought. How is the city not liable for negligent homicide for deciding not to go out on an OD call? IANAL, but that seems like a slam-dunk.

Last year I designed my bathroom around putting in a bidet seat. Then I somehow selected the ONE GODDAMNED THRONE MANUFACTURED THAT NO BIDET SEAT WILL FIT BECAUSE GOD HATES ME. And each day I look at my specifically-installed baseboard electrical outlet behind the throne and die a little inside.

Fun fact fellow medical nerds, BRCA was already an acronym prior to this particular horror show. For a different horror show: malignant breast cancer.

ONE MORE PINT BEFORE I HIT THE AIRPORT! I HAVE TIME!

I just returned from Dublin. Me leaving the Brazen Head for the last time was basically like someone trying to drag a dog into the tub for a wash. Was. Not. Going.

Agreed. Jet Blue as well.

“this whole thing is a nightmare for me and my family, we are living in a very unpleasant situation that we can’t change.”

Weird cooincidence. I just bought two yukatas (I believe that’s the term for a japanese robe that one wears to the bath, not a kimono, which is dressier) one for my husband, one for me. Both cotton, insanely comfortable and cool. Ours were manufactured by Kyoetsu. Amazon sells them. They’re awesome.

That was my thought as well. Can they be pepper sprayed?

Back in mid 2016, I vividly recall sipping a glass of thriftily purchased sauv blanc and merrily saying to my husband “Oh my god this is wonderful. I hope Trump stays in it to the end and the republicans have to choke on this silliness.” (Swear to god, this keeps me up at night. I mean, what if we all get one wish…

From your mouth to God’s ears.