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And, note, only Alito and Thomas dissented, and only from the decision not to hear it.

Just read the interview, and all I can say is that if I discovered I was married to a colossal douchebag, I wouldn’t put any effort into maintaining that relationship either. 

Usually he and the dog sandwich me in, which is both cozy and occasionally stifling.

Agree. It’s not a bad song in and of itself but Hendrix’s version is more much more visceral. IIRC even Dylan himself said Hendrix did it better. 

Murder Most Foul.

I take comfort in the fact that if there’s one thing Ted Cruz knows nothing about, it’s oral. 

I’m not much of a bourbon fan but the bar at the Mansion on Turtle Creek in Dallas does a Dr. Pepper old fashioned that is delightful, although it’s also a sucker punch if you have too many.

She kind of annoys the fuck out of me too but goddamn that’s one of the best covers (of any song) I’ve heard in a long time. 

Who’s got the over/under on when we’ll see the Kardashians getting shot up on Instagram?

As do I. I used to work in hospitality and one of the big perks of my job was the opportunity to stay at some pretty fancy-ass hotels and resorts, usually at greatly reduced rates, sometimes on a comp basis (18 years later, I still can’t believe I got to spend a night at Villa d’Este gratis). That said, in the 20

My parents have been married almost as long as Dolly and Carl, and would be the first people to admit that yes, you do get sick of your spouse sometimes, but familiarity doesn’t necessarily breed contempt. At the end of the day, people who’ve been married that long have figured out that there are more aspects of the

am cracking up at the way he moves his head and neck and shoulders

Fun fact: none of the women on the Biden communications team were responsible for the killing of innocent beavers just so they can have ridiculously thick and obviously fake eyelashes.

I’ll join you in the Bad Mood section, party of 1. I will social distance of course and will be wearing a mask, pulled down intermittently while I sip on my bitter beer. Although if you give me a straw, I’ll just sneak it under my mask.

“won’t somebody PLEASE think of the children?!?!”

Off topic, but lord I miss fresh limonadas from south of the border. And Palomas made with real grapefruit juice. 

Gelato from this little place near Via Condotti I visited 20 years ago. Best I’ve ever had. Capo Giro in Philly was a very close second but alas, they are no more. 

In their defense, at least blow up dolls serve a useful purpose and bring joy to some, albeit briefly. 

A lot of the comedy in the earlier seasons definitely wouldn’t fly today, especially in the aftermath of the MeToo movement.