Roy, you write these scenes to keep from throwing up, yes? Catharsis, like Sophocles?
Maybe it's just me: -- I get the horror, but I seem to be missing the pity part. Should I mourn for Brett not being able to chow down on KFC with pleasure?
The choice to have the D.T. up on where Drake is feating is an interesting one—and the first time you've ever diverged noticeably from the Genuine Article (save he would never call the prostitute 'the prostitute', more likely 'the girl' or [if Adderalled-up] 'the hooer').
Your White House pieces are so credible it's like eavesdropping. I worry that soon the Secret Service is going to suspect you of planting bugs in the Oval Office. But I must take issue on one thing: as someone who is forced by lamentable circumstance to "drink" Buckler, I don't think it's at all believable that a beer bro like Kavanaugh would ever go near the stuff. He strikes me as a guy who still guzzles the Rolling Rock of his preppy youth and has a refrigerator full of Bud long necks for when P.J. and Squee come to hang. From his emotional state during the hearings, I wouldn't doubt that he's moved on to boilermakers by now, which is going to make for some bodacious decisions regarding gerrymandering and civil rights.
(Knowing these people I expect Dinesh D'Souza to be the next District Court nominee.)
Roy, you write these scenes to keep from throwing up, yes? Catharsis, like Sophocles?
Maybe it's just me: -- I get the horror, but I seem to be missing the pity part. Should I mourn for Brett not being able to chow down on KFC with pleasure?
Kid Rock, Donald Trump and Mick Mulvaney, the most worthless conglomeration of humanity since Mitch McConnell dined alone.
The choice to have the D.T. up on where Drake is feating is an interesting one—and the first time you've ever diverged noticeably from the Genuine Article (save he would never call the prostitute 'the prostitute', more likely 'the girl' or [if Adderalled-up] 'the hooer').
Your White House pieces are so credible it's like eavesdropping. I worry that soon the Secret Service is going to suspect you of planting bugs in the Oval Office. But I must take issue on one thing: as someone who is forced by lamentable circumstance to "drink" Buckler, I don't think it's at all believable that a beer bro like Kavanaugh would ever go near the stuff. He strikes me as a guy who still guzzles the Rolling Rock of his preppy youth and has a refrigerator full of Bud long necks for when P.J. and Squee come to hang. From his emotional state during the hearings, I wouldn't doubt that he's moved on to boilermakers by now, which is going to make for some bodacious decisions regarding gerrymandering and civil rights.