YoiksAndAway

Those aren’t really concessions, Z. That’s the equivalent of me taking your your dog, your house, and your car, then giving giving the first two back with the promise that we’ll talk about your car later.

I just got a fund-raising email. No joke. Nothing against Grajalva, but it was like, “Hey! This means I can be the final signature on the petition to release the Epstein files! Please donate what you can afford to give today so that the party that caved in to Trump can continue to fight for you!” (Paraphrasing, of course.)

I see the dilemma here. On the one hand, it’s a very important moment in his relationship with his son. On the other hand, tacos.

I can already feel the broken wrist I could get from this post.

Maybe it’s just me. Years ago, my friends and I would meet at Buffalo Wild Wings for a weekly trivia night, and somebody would play it several times a night every week. Enough that it has led to a lifelong aversion to that song in particular and Meat Loaf in general.

Paradise by the Dashboard Light gives you a lot of bang for your buck. I’m not sure if it’s 20 minutes long or if it just seems that way.

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