"In this hipster coffeehouse in Park Slope, they were for Bernie. But now that their organic bone broth is so expensive, they're giving Trump a try."

And here we go.

Ouch! Hit them with "The West Wing"!

Jack drops out of character.

Well, not new. This was six years ago.

Not the actions of a man confident in victory.

Good morning!

My wife's name is Teresa. So, yes, we both chuckled.

FFS, yes, this.

Well, if the sphincter-tightening is anything to go by...

DROP THE BAZOOKA, BRIAN!

Well, hello everyone.

The rumors are percolating that something really bad is about to drop against Trump. Worse, even, than what dropped yestereday.

I'm not getting my hopes up, but, well, the writers of this season's "Real World: Earth" might be pulling out all the stops.

Or, maybe, Deus will finally ex machina for once.

Oh dear.

Had to come back to post this.

Well, I've been having a lovely Sunday, sans alcohol. (Received some less-than-welcome lab results yesterday, so, yeah, time for lifestyle changes.) Hope all is well among the Nauts. Vamos Doyers! See you on Tuesday.

OK, I've had one hell of a work day. Got my labs back, and well, time for changes health-wise. However, my wife and I also received VERY welcome news, and a huge weight has been lifted from our shoulders. Just popped an edible, and am about to settle in for some Match of the Day. See y'all on the flip.

Um. AP *not* sanewashing.

And there you have it. The Times is in the bag for Trump.

Men who are not gay obsessing over dick is... weird.

Trump talks about dick more than any gay man.

snerf