Yes!

Oh, you should be. It is not good. Thus, it is magnificent.

I don’t see Reggae Christmas on this list!

Preach.

Staying in an “extended stay hotel” for the night. Think I’ll prolly sleep on top of the covers.

With my shoes on.

Everything is sticky and people are yelling.

What could go wrong?

I don’t care for my HS being the face of this clip. I don’t care for that at all.

There are a fair number of songs whose end I’ll never know because I only listen to them on cassette, which cut off midway, not unlike the Dinosaur Jr version of Just Like Heaven. I won’t go back to any other version of those tracks.

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Offered up a “Have a good weekend” to my exiting colleague. She reminded me it’s Tuesday.

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Poke every bear. In the tummy.

Super excited for her! Wish I could be more helpful! ❤️❤️❤️

I am also encouraging that dog to be bad by jumping up on me. Sorry. It’s the rules. Not my dog, not my obedience training.

How did that happen?

And Odelay and Paul’s Boutique and you’ve got my entire college party experience.

It’s probably been two decades since I’ve heard this song. Forgot what a hot jam it is.

If you’re a moderate Democrat already worried about the specter of leftists refusing to vote for Gavin Newsom I do have a solution for you: do not nominate that fucker

We all need that. That was the perfect way to start today.

What record is this from?

I just guffawed.

Same, but bed. I was supposed to “hop on a call” 26 minutes ago, but bed.

It was for the moms.

I had this exact same thought…only later, and less clever, and maybe a bit snacky.

Pay attention to what he’s doing elsewhere. There’s a reason he’s escalating. It could be to distract us.

The torture of using a deodorant whose smell you can’t stand because you can’t fathom throwing it out.

I think Partner, Parent, Sibling, Spawn is the just-published, long-lost John LeCarré novel.

You’re getting a portrait tattoo of a real person. It’s going to be very well executed. It can’t be an immediate family member (partner, parent, sibling, spawn). Who is it?

I see nothing untrue here.

Weren’t you once a victim of my ostrich award? It was a congratulations email with an attached “certificate” that was just a closeup ostrich face.

Shit. I’m so busted.