I worked in a bakery/restaurant with cinnamon buns. When they came out of the oven and flipped over they were drowning in cinnamon/syrup. They weren’t frosted because frosting wouldn’t stick to the syrup. Sure as shit when we were crazy busy someone would demand frosting which meant stopping whatever other task was…

That crowd wasn’t bigger than Trump’s inauguaration crowd. Fake news!

Thank you. I thought the strawberries grew under the snow.

Bet that charade impressed the Hell out of the guy she was interested in. “I’m willing to send two innocent men to prison to make you like me!” “Call me!”

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Right, I keep asking my friends if they know why they get strawberries for $1.99 pint in December. It’s not right and it’s not natural. At the risk of sounding ancient when I was a kid we got apples and oranges in the winter, nothing else. Now if out of season fresh fruit isn’t on the shelf year round we go crazy.…

Trudeau can wipe away his tears with our free health care. (Yes, technically not free but he doesn’t have to choose between rent and health.)

She’s telling him he’s 2 minutes away from a swirlie if he doesn’t get the fuck out of town.

His prep work is re-watching Olympus Has Fallen and asking Gerard Butler what the North Koreans are really like.

Nope, he’s going to go there. NK will not show up but will announce a reconciliation/end of war deal with SK. Both will yell Psych! at Trump while chortling with glee.

No, because she identifies with the official wives.

“unkeeped”? That’s a perfectly cromulent word.

They did buy them some Starbucks though.

Years ago, a former co-worker used to corner me and explain how she “never” saw colour. “My baseball coach was Black and I never realized it for years...blah blah fucking blah blah.

Give her a break! She has just looking for her Magical Negro (copyright pending)

Battle: Los Angeles, 2012, Earthquake, San Andreas, The Grove. California is great.

I was in a MacDonalds this morning. The youngest looking worker looked about 40 yrs old. The only time I see teens working is on the weekend.

No 3 yr old is “pouring” their own syrup. They’re making a mess while their parents watch with a resigned air.

Yeah, dining with a three year old, try doing anything for them.

Doesn’t the school year end soon? A perfect excuse to go back to New York to get ready for summer camp.