... dangit, the costume’s at the cleaner’s.  Oh well, maybe next year.

Damon, I am so going to set up a lawn sprinkler in your yard and jump around in it, in a Horror of Party Beach monster costume. I’ll give you something to call about all right!

Krupp Bagger 288 is my spirit animal.

I’ve read, as well, that AOC was still a governor for the Justice Democrats while running for office and taking contributions from the Justice Democrats; she didn’t officially step down as a governor until March of this year. Oops. The only organizations reporting this have a right-wing slant, but unless the…

“My question is, why won’t she impeach him.”

It looks to me like the cop did a rolling stop. And by “rolling stop” I mean he slowed down just a little bit. So maybe he could see a stop sign (the car before him certainly did), but just didn’t give a damn.

“Cheryl/Carol, solving the clone conundrum: “Ever consider the fact that we’re obviously ghosts, staring at our own dead bodies?””

“Devourer of Dreams”

And now perhaps you have learned something very important about Blue Dog Democrats: they aren’t your dream candidate out there in Portland, but they are about as liberal as can be elected in conservative territory. In 2010 we lost a bunch of Blue Dogs and got Teabaggers in their place, and that’s the point at which…

Can she beat Trump? I don’t know, will we vote? That’s really the question. I don’t even need to specify which candidate, because at this point it’s hardly an issue. Whichever candidate it is, it’s up to us to vote.

“Can she beat Trump? A ham sandwich can beat Trump if it plays its cards right.”

Amen to this, all of it. If this country has fallen into disrepair, it’s because the American people let it fall apart. And it’s not just because of those Republicans over yonder, it’s also because of those on our general who should have known better than to let Republicans amass so much power.  And -- incredibly…

I would not be disappointed to learn that “Frisky Dingo” was itself one of Archer’s coma hallucinations. It would be pretty clumsy, I grant you. But it would also give them an opportunity to see what happens when Killface’s domineering mother shows up and ... holy hell, does Archer see himself as Killface?

There are no black mermaids.  Fish-fucking is for white people only.

I cannot tell a lie, I stole the idea from this, at 6:25:

That was the peppermint soap, wasn’t it? Been there, done that, still have occasional flashbacks. Most flavors do not assault one’s sensitive tissues; almond and lavender are pleasant and benign that way.  (I don’t know about tea tree oil, but I may have to find out.  For science!)

Dr Bronner really was loony, like medically diagnosed. In his rantings he said that he was held in a concentration camp, but in reality it was the Elgin Illinois Mental Health Facility. Dr Bronner escaped somehow and made his way to California, where he opened his soap factory and became a mainstay of hippie hygiene.

What’s it smell like? I’ve been doing almond Dr Bronner since ... ye gods, 1987 I think. It’s just a subtle clean smell, and it’s not rough on sensitive tissues the way peppermint is. Lavender’s nice too, but I keep going back to almond. BUT — I am not averse to experimentation; the Moral ABC requires it sometimes.

I trained a young’un to say, when he flushed the toilet: “Swim, poops! Swim for your lives!” That won him the approval of adults, which meant he had an endgame that would make the toilet-pooping worth his while.

... though I think you’re on to something about white people and our risk-free existences, but you may have it backwards. White people are so used to bumbling through life without anything going wrong, they aren’t in the habit of thinking about microbes fucking up their day.  The same sense of invulnerability that…