I’ve only used it in reference to my cat, which I had to have the vet put down the other night after she threw a blood clot, so thank you very much for dredging up the lowlight of my shitty week.

And Trump?

86 45 with the 25th

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“That’s some typical Sarah Huckabee Sanders nonsense, but it seems like she’s suggesting that Trump knows the tape is real, but the people who reported on it being real might be wrong when they say it’s real.”

So glad my friend incysted I squeeze in some time to pop on over and read this.

Full disclosure: I am an old fart.

ftfy

I believe Billy Bob Thornton covered that one twice.

That Paul McCartney Christmas song, something about “simply having a wonderful Christmas time,” which is a stupid lyric anyway, makes me want to beat up Salvation Army bell-ringers. And I like Salvation Army bell-ringers.

I’ll be on that hill. You know I will.

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The way he’s looking at her, you can tell he’d rather be choking his chicken.

Ever since my wife and I watched every David Suchet episode of Poirot, I cannot imagine spending good money to watch Kenneth Branagh—an exceptional actor, but still—speak with an affected French accent through a pushbroom.

My little gray cells tell me you are correct.

Forkin’-A!

No.

Back in the 80s I read a book about baseball in Japan called The Chrysanthemum and the Bat, by Robert Whiting. (It’s dated but if you have an opportunity, read it.) Whiting interviewed a number of gaijin—former American MLBers who were plying their trade in the Japanese league. Well, on one occasion, a manager pulled…

Stirrups forever.

Last year I bought one at Costco.