Rudolph eating too many onions.

When my niece got married, it was the Persian Jews and the Argentinian Jews trying to out-party each other. I’m sure Virginia Key is now about a foot lower than it used to be.

Envious of the nice sunny shot. The only place I’ve seen these birds is on Peaks Island, which is just off Portland, Maine, and the photos I got were dim and grainy.

You could save some money and buy a box of pins and a bag of Cheetohs.

The devil doesn’t want him because he’d make even Hell stink worse.

Hey, no complaints when they’ve got this on tap:

She’s a temporary ally of convenience. A crazy sniper whose rifle just happens to be pointed away from us for now.

On the other hand, it is nice to see that even crazy Republicans can find a bar they aren’t willing to limbo under—even if it is, as has been said, a tripping hazard in Hell.

To his twisted brain, both probably fall under the category of “big government.” Doesn’t matter that one was trying to save lives while the other was a mass murder.

Just wait till they do a Sphere version of The Tingler.

Maybe, if you’re counting production of BS. Legislation, not so much.