He has his finger on the pulse... of 1968, for white people.

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About a month ago, I was trawling through the bakery offerings from my online grocery (Lunds/Byerlys) here in Minneapolis, looking for something that made the human contact required in answering the door worthwhile, and I came across hamantaschen.

Not to mention that Warren would be a terrible VP, since it’s a passive, pomp-filled role, and she’s neither.

He’s my Highly Mobile Boyfriend!

I was worried for a minute that I wouldn’t get to see Bayou. The suspense was killing me. Bayou just makes me melt, with his cactus fur and permanent bed head.

Growing up, they were definitely a staple at the Frostee Freeze, in Monon, IN. As well as Spieth’s Hoagie House, in Rensselaer, IN.

My crush on Bayou endures. And the growing confidence of Erle Stanley is encouraging!

Awww. The lives some of these poor babies have had. Your patience is such a gift.

Does Erle Stanley have a clipped ear? Was he a CNR/feral? He seems so socialized.

Bayou is adorable; he looks like he’s put together of spare parts. That he has a notable voice just seals the deal.

UR UGLY THO

When the zombies come, all the open floor plan people will have no place to hide. Also, zombies can recharge by touching granite countertops. ITS A DECORATING FACT

Tia and Tamera seem to have had Joan Crawford’s lighting experts on the job when they were born:

Awww, sleep well tonight, New Home Bruce.

I hope Bruce is perched on a stack of velvet pillows in his new home. He deserves the best, adorable chonkmonster lovebucket that he is.

Back in the late seventies, a local deli had cute names for everything on the damn menu. Milk was named “Osmond Juice,” which: ick, on about seven different levels.

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“Awesome.”