I guess Todd Blanc practices frowning meaningfully every morning.
In his mirror.
Before he beats his children.
Laughing gayly.
Probably just my imagination.
That song has one of the most beautiful chords in the history of music.
Sorry.
The above is what happens when a glass of red wine intercepts our mutual plight.
I have a chicken garlic jalapeno mélange about ready to eat so I'm not going to waste a lot of time here.
We learned today that donnie is out of weapons.
He pissed them away because Bi Bi told him that's what great presidents, genius presidents like donnie, do.
Do Da Do Da do Da Day, I think.
Probably a good thing.
Non?
donnie is a brilliant bidnessman though.
Gravestone stuff.
Non?
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