My kids went to a private school for a bit.

Trump is such a damn douche-canoe.

Can we be friends? This is pure fucking genius!

Sounds like prison food. My wife had an employee that spent time in the clink. She would put fritos and some cheese whiz in a cup o noodle with whatever, I don’t recall the whole story. But it sounds about right.

Well, seems like a good time to prepare your menu for you. Not something they would like. Me, I’d go potato skins, cheese fries (not nacho cheese, but a good cheddar/colby blend, maybe even moz), pot stickers, steamed rice, Steak Umm, and hot dogs.

Drinking all the beer, you say? Sounds like you might have some plans for tonight, then?

Hey, whatever melts your butter. I understand. I don’t care for certain things, like green beans or peas. Serve me some nice squash or sweet potatoes, and I’m a happy gourd!

Yes! I will do the gravy thing, but not until there is an occasion without family. I’m already anticipating a fight happening in the next 2 weeks about where to have Thanksgiving, so I’m doing my best to fly under the radar for now.

I would like to present a counterpoint, if I may.

Also the problem, when you do report something to Twitter, it may take weeks for Twitter to react. A neo-nazi was being a bitch to an acquaintance of mine. I started reading this person’s twitter feed, and it was the typical racist bullshit, MAGA, and retweeting piles of mularky all over the screen. I reported that…

When anyone hides their testing techniques and data, things get stupid. Like, Jenny McCarthy stupid. Let’s just let this CLP place die off before we get another Jenny McCarthy.

Years ago, back before Emeril Lagasse had a huge show with an audience, he had a simple show. Very simple. And the one thing he preached was do things your own way. Not verbatim, but he would say things like: 

Maybe they will do a college football suspension and just make it for half an inning or through a whole ceremonial first pitch, whichever comes first.

Right now, or ever, no.

I mean, did you see his dad making excuses for him? When you make excuses for your child, you aren’t helping him. This pretty much coincides with your first paragraph.

If his son thinks it’s all a joke, this kid is going to need some serious counseling before he grows up into thinking there aren’t consequences for actions.

Um, I don’t want to shower in front of anyone. When I’m washing my... stuff, I don’t need anyone standing around me. There is a time and place for that, and it’s not in those places where hoof-and-mouth disease run rampant.

Now, I’m going to say “Bless you”, but with more angst.

And exactly WHO is buried in Grant’s tomb? We may never know.

I have lived in the area for quite a while now. One thing I hate about Clovis is how white it is. It’s almost cult white, like a meeting of the Junior League. So, I’m not surprised this happened in Clovis.