During. The. Funeral.

Oh, god. Adele Davis. A 1970s version of Food Babe — complete with the classic ballet bodysuit and India-print swirly skirt — turned my mom onto her. From there, it was Tiger’s Milk bars, unsweetened shredded wheat, and soybean burgers.

Yogurt is cruel. It looks so nice and creamy, then you get close and realize it’s just rancid milk.

A woman from my hometown has gotten on the “cryptocurrency” MLM train. It’s a horrible collision of the Lularoe and Ron Paul communities.

I like something like this because you can put coins and cash in the zippered area and have room in the slots for ID, credit card, transit card. It fits in even a tiny clutch or a pocket.

Today in MAGA Fashion:

I’m shocked that there are ethical issues in a school run by Cheaty McSweatervest.

Fresh gold-leafing, same turd.

Without Murkowski and Collins standing firm all along, dealing with the bullying and attempted extortion from Trump and his minions, Maverick McBlowhard would have just been all talk as usual.

#HeaterForever

I love that we still call her Heater.

Hi, seatart and Saucy Bernays. It meant a lot to all of us who knew her. I still get verklempt when I remember finding out it was going to happen. Good people at Outlander and Sony.

THIS.

This guy failed at selling football, booze, steaks and gambling to Americans. But to the gibbering twits who voted for him, he’s a yuge, winning success.

Gah. So many people who know what they’re talking about are shown the door, and we’re still stuck with noxious gasbag Stephen A. Smith.

True. She’s a knockoff artist. A combination of Sally Spectra and Veruca Salt.