Highest compliment beautiful. But by brain works like this everyday.

Good to have you back buddy.

Hey Jujy!

My dad is in Lubbock. That can be some hell on earth, I get it.

Well there goes my will to live. This is the stupidest decision made by a board game company since Candyland stopped putting real candy on the board. I recall that was the case. P.S. Contrary to the popular belief PS means post script, it actually means Potato Salad. In final analysis, Vodka.

Yep, we are right on the ocean. The other day the normal temp was 101 but the 65 percent humidity made it feel like 120. My wife and I have lived there for seven years and these Temps start in late April. Thank God we are teachers. We just flew home four days ago for our summer holiday. We’re in Charlotte and it’s 95…

http://m.gulfnews.com/news/uae/weath…. You big babies.

You been released from the gray dungeons of Azkaban, my gin loving friend?

This effort will be no less than a sea change and a jackhammer to the foundations this country was built on. It’s going to take sustained, organized, and unrelenting action. I don’t know how to do it, but for those far smarter than me and who have lived lives in fear and humiliation due to their skin color, you lead…

Gracefully too. You are my new friend.

To be clear I am not badmouthing sandwiches!

See above.

I Live in Dubai 10 months out of the year. It was 121 degrees yesterday. Would you care to reassess your comment?

Good. The Universe is punishing you for your blasphemy.

Diana, you are a world class investigator and journalist. You prove this again and again and again. Gawker is damn lucky to have you and you are a credit to your profession.

That line about never knowing when death will come so enjoy your Miso soup reminded me so much of what Warren Zevon said when Letterman asked what knowing you’re going to die had taught him. “Enjoy every sandwich.” For me the answer will be vodka, but it’s the simplest things that make this existence worth persevering.

Wednesday is just an arbitrary marker of time humans invented to measure the increasing misery of their inconsequential and ultimate meaningless lives. Time doesn’t exist, that is to say it exists with no opposite, which means it cannot exist. A chair is a chair because it’s not a dog. The Universe is not linear, nor…

No recreation of the clothes worn during the French Revolution is complete without an audience of pretentious, worthless assholes who sole contribution to society is looking like fucking idiots and snorting cocaine like a Hoover vacuum.

Thank you for your response. I don’t know what to say. I wouldn’t presume to. Just, stay safe, keep on keeping on, and be well. God bless.

I just refilled my Xanax script yesterday. 90 1MG! Send me your address!