Ahh, weekends.

Lunch was supposed to be tacos and a beer, followed by afternoon housework. Well, lunch was tacos, a beer and a mezcal. Afternoon housework became throw in the clothes and take a nap. I’m not sorry one bit.

 

Links?

 

I have a 25 year unbroken streak of avoiding the Oscars. This isn’t enough to change that.

 

Now rule those fuckers unconstitutional and be done with it.

 

“We need more cannon fodder. Get on it.”

 

I have many questions.

 

The best timeline.

 

Diehard fans, right there.

 

End game.

 

Okey doke. Time to go move the clothes over and pour a ranch water. Peace out, Glibbies.