American Academy of Pediatrics- totally not politicized. Sorry to post and run, but I have to post and run. Prime has a professional meeting (with an emphasis on childhood vaccination, a hot topic recently) in our lovely capital, and since she already had a room...
Keep your fucking beignets, Goy Boy. We got hamantashen. They may have been partying down in NoLa, but at the same time, I kept thinking, "This is a really poor-ass version of Purim." Which it is. Nobody parties like drunk Jews. They sometimes even spend money. So...
I feel for you. For each and every one of you. I feel your pain, your sadness, but also your joy, and your happiness. What am I saying? The only thing I feel is horny. And greedy. While Spud is gallivanting around Hawaii on his honeymoon, Prime and I decided to trash...
Grades go both ways, but Links only cut in one direction.
Every once in a while, the results are worth the pain. Links are just pain, though.
The semester is over except for what the kids think is the most important part. But we all know that Links are the most important part.
You can fool some of the people all of the time, but I can’t fool anyone for long. But no foolin’, Links.
My mom is one of the few people who can call Joe Biden “Sonny boy.” Links are your chance to call him “Tard.”
A quick trip to a rat infested shithole is just what the doctor ordered. With a side of Links.
Well, Hot Dog Day was a resounding success, at least if you were a vendor of red plastic cups, aluminum cans, yellow police tape and New-York-State-approved cardboard junk food containers. I could hear music going and kids reveling at 3am, which is impressive to me....
It’s the biggest day of the year in our little hamlet. Which won’t stop Links.
What’s worse than thievery? Making the victim be an accomplice. Reading Links could qualify.
Just when I think things can’t get goofier… well, anyway, Links.
It’s coming! It’s coming! So are the Links.
He’s back and the sheep are frightened. But not of the Links.
Banjos is restringing. So I’m taking over Links temporarily.
It was inevitable. Just like Links.
“What the fuck is he talking about?” Clearly not Links.
Today we celebrate Artaxerxes, alcohol, naked woman, and Links.
Your people have your holidays, (((we))) have (((ours))). And I’m getting ready, but not neglecting…Links.
I managed to make yesterday more exciting than planned. But not more exciting than Links.
My students wanted to know if I'd cancel classes on Pi Day. I told them that would be irrational. I did expect them to arrange their desks in a circle, but that backfired when the students behind me started making funny noises, as in "fart under the arm" noises. I...
I’m back and so is my pile of work. But there’s Links for consolation.
Back from New Orleans with traces of my liver intact. And Links.
The Old Man and Tomb Raider head off today. But not before Links.