I don’t understand. Is the Upper West Side where sperm goes to die? Is it that difficult to procure?

“Enhance” ah ha ha ha.

Is there an Orange Lagoon? That explains so much.

I think you could invent drinks professionally.

Holy Chorizo.

They do kind of worship denim, don’t they?

I’m still bummed I didn’t win my bet that he was going to be named True.

For some reason, the original Spandau Ballet “True” irritates the hell out of me, but PM Dawn’s use of it in “Set Adrift on Memory Bliss” is beautiful.

I feel that way, too.

Oh yeah, I knew that existed, duh. I did not know young Billy Dee Williams advertised it. Hellooooooo, Lando!

Thanks for the Pinkham update! I will NEVER give up wanting Kitchenette and Millihelen back in the fold, though.

I’m sorry you lost a loved one. I hope you all find peace in remembering together.

No no no no no no no!

I want a cocktail to be named "Clinton 45." Let’s invent it, Jezzies.

I’m old enough to have broken up by posted paper letter. I’d like to re-read it sometime, and laugh at how tenderly melodramatic I probably was.

That link is an interesting read, thanks!

Oh, I was thinking of socks and pools being a soggy combo. Anyone who wants to rock the anklets on dry land should go for it.

Girl Scout cookies aren’t that great, but Girl Scouts are.

But no to the socks!

That hair is probably supposed to be aging, or signify instability, but I sincerely want it on my head.