Welp, you just introduced me to a likely candidate for our next game day. Thanks.

I'm a psychiatrist. 47 looks more demented today than I've seen him look since the election. His staff manage him with golf & flattery & short pressers in the morning.

In this mtg he's unable to contain his aggrieved rage about Hillary & Obama & Hunter Biden & "witch hunt" & "Russia Russia Russia."

Why does this guy think the Bloat King even cares how much this dude spent on travel or how many jackets he wore to watch the inauguration? He voted and so, as far as the incoming president is concerned, he's no longer needed.

Inauguration moved indoors to protect Trump's large, large ego from further humiliation about his small, small inaugural crowd size

Sure, I know, having discovered Hollandspiele through your website and Kaiju Table Battles (gift for a trans loved one). By the time I played Charlemange and Supply Lines of the AmRev, the byline "Tom Russell" was already your legacy name. Maybe I'm late to the party.

Tristram Shandy, by Laurence Sterne. Like Moby Dick, it's one of those great books that you're supposed to read, because, you know, Great Books. But it's funnier than Moby Dick. Way more funny.