Turns out “Louisvillian” is a really fun demonym to say out loud repeatedly: ...looey•villy•in’...Lūey-villyan...lewey•vil•yen...

Better him than Raible.

When I show up and start dancing, they’ll ban it again. I make Elaine Benes look like fucking Baryshnakov

I think we should all call him Justin Fartin’ until he reconsiders saddling his firstborn with such a stupid name.

Nice.

+1 book suppository

Kill Bill is fucking great, but going full Death Proof might be more cathartic

Temecula it is, then— right on right on right on.

Wondering if anyone under 46 (ahem) knows wtf you’re on about

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe Eric [Trump] is the smart one?!?

You gotta sell out sometime— it is the natural order of things. There can only be one John Waters.

Barbra who now?

As long as those TJ’s chips promise not to ask me open ended questions about how my day is going, or what am I up to for the rest of the day, or in any other way comment on my purchase in a manner that holds up the rest of the line when I open the bag, I’ll give them a whirl.

Awesome.

Denying evolution is almost quaint and nostalgic in this era of Trumpian malaise.

Give ‘em hell

Like picking up trash on the side of the highway in an orange jumpsuit, for example.

Well at least now Sister Wendy has someone to compete with in the Great Beyond. You’re a nobody without enemies, especially there.

Dance to jukebox all you want, just please don’t bump into me and spill my drink. Quality of life issues.

“LOCK HIM UP! LOCK HIM UP! LOCK HIM UP!”