Hey! There's no reason to get dirty!

And Peter Thiel, evidently, will give him full-time work in the MRA industry.

まさか！

The power of similes is fast coming to a sad end in comically describing…

[sigh] RIP, good sir.

Better yet! Toxic waste pools lightly covered with grade-one sand and pinches of iron pyrite!

He IS like a melanoma, after all: give him a little time and see if you like the look!

Also, Oliver offers us a riddle for this Age of Lead:

It's Florida, right? Can't the sand traps be quicksand?

He'd just come through the (now -enlarged) doggy door, like he usually does.

"… surprisingly…"!!!

And somehow in crayon.

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You can go to any zoo with an overcrowded monkey house to see that stuff. The Hollywood execs dress dress (heh!) but smell a lot worse.

I'm sorry I even clicked on.

Brad would be my first choice in any long-overdue adaptation of "Oh Say Can You Smell?"

Rumack:
I just want to tell you both good luck. We're all counting on you.

Why are you all talking to that asshole?

Look in a mirror: that's a dead thing with eyes glazed with the flickering faux-light and -life of hatred, and nothing else, imitating a human being, that's gazing back.

"spokesstepfordwife"?