Thomas’ got bought out and went to shit. It’s all Bay’s now.

Please do. And don’t show your pasty face around here again!

Yeah, in a crisis, people, all of ’em, are pretty great. I went through a big tornado some years ago, and people came from all over to help with clean-up.

No, “hoax” is way above “prank.” “Hoax” has a connotation of bad intent and real damage. “Prank” is down there with “hijinks,” a bit of naughty fun.

I don’t buy my vaping shit from Philip Morris, you ignorant slut.

When I was out canvassing in East Nashville, I met a lady who was diabetic and dependent on state assistance. She had sores all over her belly from injection sites where she’d saved them because TennCare was a joke.

Richardson is a creep, but he taps into a vein in us old people who used to buy flashcubes at the drugstore.

There’s a pattern, and I can’t find it now, but it involves stretching fabric over a large cylinder and pouring boiling water over it to make an evening jacket.

If you like mocking the collections, I recommend my girl at Pretty Grievances. Her Wearable Wednesdays are the tits.

I thought they already were.

Corduroy! The fabric of kings!

He just bought himself a world of hurt. God rest his soul.

The Telecommunications Act of the mid ’90s was a huge hit to independent ownership of media. The only reason our little radio station didn’t get sold off was because the guy who owned it is a nerd who loves music.

When I worked at a church in Nashville, a major music business figure died, and her funeral was a huge deal. They spent more on flowers than we spent in a month. And it was like a state funeral.

No. He’s done it before, hasn’t he?

Bless your heart. You’ll be alright.

Oh, yeah. Jayne was a comic genius.

Well, yeah. Because I have ’em.

Wit wiz!

So what you’re saying is, you don’t know anything about female anatomy.