It’s Friday. Unless you’re reading this on some other day, in which case you should make it Friday in your heart.
Which are they, thunderstorms or lightning storms? Seems like the sound gets all the lexical pub.
Pop-Tarts, people. Pop. Tarts.
Has anyone checked on Pluto? He put on a brave face at first, but what hope is there for a former planet? Lots, Pluto. Lots.
Whenever you’re reading this, I’m hungry. I promise.
Friends. That is all.
At Dairy Queen, when they mess up an order, they just throw away the whoops. When you feel like crying and don’t understand why? It’s the DQ.
Allowing people to be wrong will add 10 years to your life.
Unless by “other people,” you mean air traffic controllers.
Yep. Still hungry.
Let me tell you what I know about the debt ceiling and national economics in general.