For Michelle Bachmann, would it have to be deep cover?

I feel bad for Marcus.

Will we be laughing or crying when she runs for President again in 2016?

Blackhawk helicopters =/= tangerine slices.

It's about time!

I know.

Leaving the lights on will kill everyone. Fossil fuels!

Crazy like missing the joke?

Wow.

That third letter strikes a little too close to home.

I mean, I've got this friend. And she does the same thing all the time: She leaves the lights on in the kitchen, even when no one is home! So silly. No reason. And it doesn't do any good.

So I confront her about it all the time. It never does any…

I like that exemption. The fact that it conveniently aligns with my own reasons for venom, well, that makes it all the better. Calgary Cruz and I are thus safe in our mutual disdain — though mine, thanks to you, is legitimate and not self-loathing. His is borne of arrogance mixed with entitlement layered with hate?

S…

It is? Damn. Damn. Damn.

But you're probably right. Only now I have to rethink my feelings toward Ted Cruz . . . .

(You well?)

Youthinks they doth protest too much?

How'd they know?

Gaydar.

And the Dakotas!

They'll probably want to vote soon too.

This. Is. Ridiculous.

So now we're going to start treating pregnant women as if they should have control over their own bodies? As if people they don't know shouldn't be able to touch or influence or harass them without asking? As if pregnancy is something personal and private — and not there to be poked and…

Just wait until I start talking about how cases filed after September always go to trial because it's too late for summery judgment. Good one, no?

Don't apologize! Today is your day, after all. And let's be honest: It wasn't that funny of a joke . . . .

Salt — also a thing my comment should be taken with, in large grains.

(How are you, Fishnets? Long time no chat. I've been busy make lame jokes about similarly spelled words, as you can see.)

You mean the folks who invaded Spane in the 8th centuree?

Pretend you're in moot court, not the high school cafeteria

This seems like an awfully big typo for a firm like Clifford Chance.

They don't meet moot court. They mean mute court.

Those young lady lawyas — better seen than heard . . . .