I’m convinced the GOP machine won’t let him quit. They’re doing everything they can think of to keep Trump from having the delegates to just take it, and diluting the vote a tiny bit might just get them there.

“Our American Cousin first premiered in New York City in 1858 and was an immediate hit. The farcical play told the story of a shit-stirring American man named Asa Trenchard who goes to visit his snooty-as-hell English relatives across the pond to “claim the family estate” which he expects to inherit. Once there, a…

Point.

Creates jobs, I guess.

PROOF OF BLACK PRIVILEGE!

I would very much like to get that hair for myself. I bet it costs, though.

beat me to it...owe you a coke.

Adult male, as a member of an audience comprised of 72% of underage girl children, takes what he, an experienced user, nevertheless considers to be a prodigious dose of hallucinogens, and it’s TAYLOR who’s disturbing and dangerous?

I love this post more than life itself (I mean, not mine, but someone’s).

OFFICE WINE IS THE BEST IDEA.

Bullshit.

Uncool, Monkey. UN COOL.

I’m glad they made it!! That makes me happy.

I never did the bar at HoJos, yikes, but I did like that 70's decorated, Willie Loman bar on the level that was one level up from the train platforms at WTC. I never found out what happened to any of the folks that were there in the mornings (yeah, that kind of place), or the owners/employees.

I still perversely miss that tragic HoJo on Times Square.

HONESTLY PUT THAT SHIT ON TIMES SQUARE. OR IN THE GROUND LEVEL OF EMPIRE STATE BUILDING.

ALL THE STARS

That cat clearly has some talons going on — that’s a fucking wide scratch. Somewhere, it licking skin off its claw, all “Let this be a lesson to you; when I say put me down, PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN.”

Good gods. This letter is...uh.

I lost some weight some years ago, and it was mostly upside, but I do miss Lane Bryant jeans. I loved those jeans.