This reminds me that during the weekend’s wind storm in DC lightweight objects had to be secured outside. Sources suggest Jared got monster rope burns and chapping.

There has been a terrible misunderstanding. I distinctly remember ordering a BONGOgenesis.

Look out!

We like round rocks and we cannot lie.

Is it affordable to those who are . . . livin’ on a prayer?

And there is the one they don’t about, Shit-Awful Gerwig.

Ms. Smitros drinks single malt and won’t go for this.

It may also be of interest that her sister Heid Erdrich is a pretty good poet as well.

How many seizures were caused by the overwhelming use of lights?

To paraphrase Marge in an early season, “Lisa, stay away from that Cruz man!”

Big respect to Ms. Alzona on the illustration.

Thank you, Mr. Whalen.

For most of us it’s the other way around.

From what we know of his psychology, how does he not end up OD’d in a hotel room in the next five years?

I am reminded of the saying “An athlete dies twice.”

No. I think he’s training for 2022.

Sade can do no wrong. Except in geography: “Coast to coast, LA to Chicago”. Um, um.

Where is he going?

I’m a let you litigate . . .

What the actual hell? When I did a grad program at Chicago in the 1980s they didn’t even offer teaching assistant positions. Now the U of C has adopted them (cheaper than tenure-track professors). Even if the TAs were paid more the savings would remain considerable.