“(Sloppy too! The totem pole, war dance, and headdresses mix and match from traditions of widely varying tribes.)“

swish!

And a dead body in her trunk and just having realized she sent a crucial email “reply all” on accident.

That’s an impressive commitment to your own disenfranchisement, sweetie.

Omg. We did ours using forms on the internet, and plus I’m a Real Estate paralegal, so I had access to some good heads’ up from that practice area, so our process was ok. We just fought all the time — and over nothing. I didn’t want the house, we didn’t have kids, and he didn’t really care about the cats, so. We were…

“...he’s not the hardest figure, but he’s not the easiest; he’s not Barack Obama, is he?”

Wasn’t my finest hour, for sure.

I can’t decide if that’s the icing or the cake.

As usual, that motherfucker was nowhere to be found.

can we explain it with a crowbar?

Please. They don’t read the bible.

Nope, which. Maybe too bad -- they say a family that plays together, etc.

Oh my god, they made a series out of my 2-year separation in which me and my now-ex-thank-gods engaged in an epic tail chase, during which we saw each other. every. single. day, slept in the same house (while paying for two), but not together, drank ourselves to blackouts, changed our phone numbers, changed them…

I’m from Kansas. No, you shouldn’t.

It is. And that’s why we’re doomed. The GOP is a sickening globule of grasping, hypocritical, craven garbage people, who only care about themselves, as individuals, getting to retirement age with their gig intact and a bunch of money in their pockets.

A film buff friend just told me:

Lord, me too. I want all the rich people of the world, all the celebrities, all the star-spangled government high-flyers, to duck his calls, avoid his tee time, regret they can’t attend his events, decline to employ his children, or marry them to theirs. I want this for him:

Tiffany gives every impression that she’s avoided a lips-kiss from him before. That shit was practiced.

Lord, that’s me too. I cannot watch words issue from a hole in a mildewed circus peanut. Live bloggers are doing gods’ work, keeping us weaker specimens informed.

Agree, he’ll sneer “you people” at some point, for sure.