I was already convinced, by the preponderance of evidence, that he is a fucking liar. But his “I was a precious innocent in college” schtick convinced me that either he’s an idiot or he thinks we are. And since he made it through Yale Law, I’d say that means he holds the rest of us in contempt.

The Brian doth protest too much.

I take a shitload of pharmaceuticals to keep me from having those kinds of thoughts.

No. Sex workers provide something of value that people want.

They were fun at a certain age, but much too sweet. Those were the days of building random layered drinks just to show off. I remember a fruit-cicle one that was blueberry schnapps, cream, and Midori that was quite colorful but, yeah, sweet.

The only thing I’ve ever liked Bailey’s in was a B-52, but then I grew up.

Years ago, I used to make either a chocolate lava cake or mini chocolate bundts with an amaretto cream sauce. It brought a lovely clear sweetness to the bittersweet cake. I made the cakes once with instant espresso added and it wasn’t as good, because the contrast was muddled.

We used to get Mary Janes in Hawaii, so maybe they just skipped over you.

Bless you, goddess. I used to be one of those women drivers, and I delivered to a lot of young military guys. Most of them were decent, but you’d get a joker every once in awhile.

Yeah, some delivery people are just plain dumb. I used to deliver food and so I know at least some of the hassles, and I do my best to minimize them. Time is money, right? But sometimes you just can’t overcome the dumb.

So that’s what Ted looks like under the human suit!

He already is. so that’s not much of a change.

5. Did you ever communicate with Mark Judge or anyone else about your participation in a “train” involving an intoxicated woman?

Oh, no. Don’t rush it. Take all the time in the world, let all the stories come out, every day is a day closer to the election.

They could just withdraw his nomination and put up someone equally as politically-terrible but *without* sexual assault allegations.

Her mother basically said, you’re dead to me.

I was lucky that my sophomore year English class included an entire semester of SF. It got me reacquainted with Bradbury, introduced me to Vonnegut, The Lathe of Heaven, and probably every major SF writer of the mid/late 20th century thanks to the short story anthology that was our textbook. I had read SF since I was…

That sounds like conclusive proof to me of aggravated assholery.

It might not have been them. Some folks on the Alexa forums are complaining about the volume on their devices spontaneously maxing out, or the reverse.

The black bits are, indeed, the best part. I raised an eyebrow at the part of the recipe that said to avoid the burned bits in the pan. I might tell someone that too, just so I can keep them all for myself.