And which classes was I in, obviously?

Make sure to watch the first three segments of this episode.

Great point!

No way those pumpkins get into St. Ann's. Packer, maybe . . . .

Why should I tell you either of those things?

Maybe too late this year? Not sure what happens once you've had the flu already.

Perhaps they shoot you into outer space.

Same with the new nasal thing?

Same with the new nasal thing?

The flu?!? Awful. Why didn't you get a shot? Better living through pharmaceuticals, you know. I don't want to have to worry about you.

You? Worried about me? Really?

Don't forget that she also starred in a few films, decamped from Hollywood, and married the Crown Prince of Morocco. Ah, the life.

I think there's probably gluten in those tortillas.

For shame!

I only have two jokes, and the one about polish sausage didn't seem relevant here. Is that wrong?

Forgive me for the tired attempt at humor. Just don't forget that the fun is in the reaction, not in the prompt. Or something.

I think you're confusing Carl Sandburg (whoever he is?) with Carl Crawford — who doesn't even play for the Cubs anymore! Duh indeed.

I've seen that display first-hand, and I can tell you without hesitation that it is disgusting. Vile. Far below even the lowest standards of decency.

I mean, the fake blood contains corn syrup, the surgical tubing is *not* recyclable, and the pumpkins aren't even artisanally-grown!

Unfit for Brooklyn indeed.

That didn't rhyme either.

Oh, yeah?

And who is this Carl Sandburg person? Probably just some guy you know.

Whoever he is, you can be sure he's not teaching in American public schools. All of those folks told me that poetry rhymes. Zing!

Today?

Friedrich: Yao Ming

You call that poetry?

Whatever.

I think the Orlando side should bring Valderrama back. I'm sure his touch is still golden, and he's probably as willing to run now as he was then (if you know what I mean).