I'm not sure we're even going to "do" Thanksgiving this year. And I don't even care. I'm tired. I'll have five days off and I just want to sleep.
Yes, this. I don't even think I'll be able to attend the neighborhood gathering for an extended amount of time.
Russell Simmons is worth a bit more than a quarter billion. And I totes laughed thinking about Uncle Rush teaching aerobics in short shorts.
I once had a rather discombobulating conversation at D&D until I realised they were confusing Richard Simmons with Gene Simmons.
Yes. Guy by the name of "most".
Yes. Guy by the name of "most".
OMG thank you. Thank you for taking that hit, Brenda. How could I have forgotten "most?"
Isn't Hec working on a new book about "most?"
Isn't Hec working on a new book about "most?"
Turned out the subject was vague and nebulous.
Email I shall not send: You know, people, I can't comment on a draft document that I didn't get notified about until yesterday, if the comment period closed on Monday.
IJS. Sheesh.
Centre County is really way too small for anybody to not have a conflict of interest in a case involving Penn State, but some of these connections are just weird. The county DA who passed the case to the state a few years ago, citing a conflict of interest -- that conflict is that his wife's brother was one of Sandusky's adopted kids. (He adopted most of them when they were older kids or teenagers, I think.) Then there's another kid that Sandusky adopted, whose mother alleged that something wrong was going on. That mother had another son who was the hit man in the murder trial that was making all the local headlines last year. (The guy who was killed was named Boob. One of the people charged was named Butts. There were many unfortunate headlines.)
For some reason, when I saw this, I thought Owen, as well as many other Buffista sprog and their parents might like it.