Ok, so. In the mid/late-90's, I had undiagnosed bi-polar disorder. Guess what I did while I was in my manic phases? Got incredible, zealously religious, had delusions of grandeur, had GIANT, SWEEPING ideas and ideologies that made no actual sense, set off on quests and started massive projects that I never followed…

HE’S SEVENTY-SIX?!????

Lapel mics tend to capture clothing sounds. Head mics are really the only way to go in live theater, especially when there’s movement/dancing.

Well, that was pretty GD great.

...how are those who rely on OTHER people’s lips exempt from covering their own mouths?

Pirro’s phone - on the table - has a picture of Chrissy Tiegen post-op. (Scroll down on the tweet I posted)

JFC.

No.

I have always made these and rolled them in finely crushed potato chips. THEY ARE DIVINE.

When I was in Junior High, and suddenly responsible for my own lunches, my mom would purchase what I wanted, but I was responsible for gettin’ it all together. I had not a few lunches that consisted of caviar, egg, and melba toast. I brought my own Mother of Pearl spoon (YES, I KNOW HOW INSUFFERABLE THIS IS).

That’s “Nebraska” backward (which I’m assuming you know), so now I’m wondering if that’s tied in with Ak Sar Ben day..?

I just listened to a really good podcast that covered the life of Marsha P. Johnson. I already knew what I thought was a good deal about her (my parents were married on the day of the Stonewall uprising), but OH, MAN. Did she ever KICK ASS.

Side note: please do not feed peanuts to squirrels. Or birds. They contain a carcinogenic called Aflatoxin that can damage the liver in both squirrels and bird.

I really wanted* the garden zombie.

You aren’t that far from wrong! As it turns out, cheese and tofu both came into being *around* the same time. Both are essentially congealed, long-lasting foods, easy to take on long trips and for soldiers to keep on hand for easy nutrition. And, because, like you said, cows weren’t really a thing in Asiatic…

Also, Penzy’s KICKS ASS.

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Yes, but back then, it was all comments and dickbutts scribbled in the margins of said books.

Nora Roberts and Ann Rice. Hands down.

I can only eat Oreos if they are dipped in red wine or scotch, and I cannot eat anything that is squeaky or fuzzy.  Green beans, peaches, whole black olives.