They won’t. My junior high school cafeteria used to serve English muffin pizzas and we devoured them. I made them about ten years ago and almost threw up. YMMV.

Left this link just above but it’s too good not to spread as far and wide as practicable:

I have recommended this website before:

Ever go on a Saturday night? Never again.

Sadly that Toys R Us is closing. I used to like the ferris wheel myself.

Oh there’s tons of stuff to love about the Marriott Marquis! From the outside it’s gruesome and it’s best accessbile by car (it was built in the 1980s, and it looks it) and if you’re actually staying there it can take forever to squeeze into an elevator because hundreds of people are trying to do the same thing.

I don’t like the term either but I’m not sure what another term would be. Pimp is too perjorative and pimping is against the law. I guess agent comes close but these guys are either the women’s security force or they hire someone to act as security. I think they also arrange the people who paint them.

I read that article and I was shocked that the Post, of all places, would print it. It was so positive toward these women and their handlers. Maybe soon they’ll print a sympathetic article about a person living on the streets, rather than waging war against them and reflexively referring to them as “bums” and…

The only reason to ever go to Times Square is to go to the Marriott Marquis’s revolving bar. The drinks are horrendously overpriced but there are so few revolving restaurants/bars left (and I don’t know why that is) the trip and the bar bill are totally worth it.

I hope it was a Keurig and not some 70s-era yard sale Mr. Coffee.

I meant “you’ll never hear the end of them.”

The Human Rights Campaign. But be careful, if they get your info you’ll hear the end of them.

I hope for authenticity’s sake there’s a mini pack of cigs in that purse. And a compact. And a $5 bill that is her mad money. And some dimes in case she has to call Don or Henry at the office or Sally or Bobby at school from a pay phone. And also…I’ll stop now. God I’m going to miss that show.

It’s nice that with new Kinja “fist me daddy” comes up in like 84 point type. I think that made me laugh even more.

In the opening scene/location shot of this parody, isn’t that huge white circular sign with the black T in it marking the location of a Boston MBTA station? Couldn’t they have just gotten a generic NYC deli shot?

Every time I see it I think it looks a little prison jumpsuit-y.

Bless you, my child.

Pretty much. Google “Dixiecrat.”

Not exactly. I’m a Democrat and probably to the left of Bernie Sanders. Southern Democratic governors had some pretty choice things to say about Eisenhower and Johnson. But you’re right, Brewer is this crazy old sun-baked replicant who should have been sent off to the mythical Obama death panels many years ago.

I HAVE NOW! That is exactly what heavenly paradise must be like, except maybe without Bob Kraft. Sure, come along, there’s more than enough room in the pool or on a jet-ski!