Tell him to take a seat.

Not your car lot, used car salesman.

Sunny the Eagle fledged at 10:46:10 mountain time today, leaving Gizmo in charge of the FOBBV nest.

She made a beautiful first flight. Nature is amazing.

Traffic control minwagers.

In a healthy information environment, this would be front-page news.

Insert the sancho panza.

Every protagonist needs a foil who can explain shit for the audience.

Which is why she eagerly accepted a job from the antichrist.

Your sanctimony doesn't help your cause.

Very welcoming and quite a way to encourage involvement.

Label on Miller is wrong.

s/b "D I N K Y"

Suckers and Losers, says the Orange Menace.

Most of the community programming vanished years ago.

Book programming disappeared about the same time bookstores and periodicals were fading away.

I see several sections I'd leave for someone else.

Olives and Avos? :shudder:

The cover style du jour is a constantly moving target.

I've always paid a lot more attention to the typography, anyhoo. 😍a great custom typeface.

And letting a drug addicted billionaires frolic around the white house and steal Nazi frau.

The cartoon illustrated covers are a definite improvement over the Steamy Hunk Cheesy Romance℠ covers.

Hopefully, the sales reflect that.

Opinion only, nothing against steamyhunk fans.

Coincidentally, so did Stephen Miller.

Fading into the distance..."You'll never see me again I swearrrrrrrrr."

You can't do much for people who are crippled by change.

Facebook is still a thing. "My family is on there."

They'll decide when enough is too much.

The definition of Terror.

"I'M NOT CREEPING ON YOU. Pretty dress." :run away:

We already did that.

Only the Nazis stayed.

Apparently states’ rights stop the moment women board a plane with autonomy in their carry-on.

I wonder how much per hour "Sleestak" paid.

I can't have been worth it. Unless it's teenagers in those suits.

Skip the elevator and think of all the gym workouts you won't need.

Ice Pirates. "Space Herpes!"

Nigerian Princess? Or maybe the old "we're holding a fortune in inheritance from a person you've never met, just send us your banking details."

After the book's finished comes the flop sweat.

"Yay, last chapter closed, finished!!

But is it any damned good? Holy...look at all of the edits on the very first page. Is this whole thing an irredeemable pile dogshit?"

He is a professional liar, born and raised.

The lies are piling up. Someday they'll collapse.

"Sure. You first."

Trump and Oingoboingo will get together and have a failing cry.