Or a minor leage baseball team logo.

A darker verson of what in the Navy we called “haze gray.”

Discuss.

...how in the hell is he going to adjust, at age 70, to this kind of enormous change...

...the perfect destination for your artisanal toilet paper...

Video or it didn’t happen.

The Mirls.

It’s clean until you have to figure out what to do with all the radioactive waste.

Only great Americans have farted in the Oval Office. This man does not deserve to fart in the Oval Office.

Even before the polls closed Tuesday, my wife—a lifelong Republican but ardent pro-choice feminist and Hillary voter—called me and, minus the slightest trace of irony, wondered aloud if we could afford to live in Costa Rica on her retirement and Social Security.

This haole wouldn’t mind retiring there...unless my wife and I find ourselves moving to Costa Rica within the next couple of years instead.

one word: Midterms.

My wife, a lifelong Republican, called me yesterday afternoon—even before the vote count started—and suggested, without the slightest hint of irony, that we could survive in Costa Rica on her retirement and Social Security. In fact, she brought it up out of the blue again last night.

At least San Diegans had a chance to vote. We in Las Vegas, on the other hand, may never get that opportunity with the corporate welfare behemoth Sheldon Adelson and Lloyd Christmas are trying to shove down our throats (aided and abetted by our Governor and Legislature).

Exhumed B. Anthony

Orange has long been my favorite color.

As do I.

You would think in the three years he’s been a fan he’d know Coke is the team’s official soft drink.

In spite of all of this, it is heartening to know that his boss Vlad gave him paid time off to vote.