I may have short-sheeted your bed, Meg.
As we celebrate the season of gluttony, Winston decides to dispense with the silverware and push his face straight into his Thanksgiving feast. Don’t tell me you haven’t considered doing this yourself at least once.
We give thanks to Rich over at FourFour!
“I leave you alone for the day, and just look at this mess! The toilet paper’s shredded, there’s trash all over the floor, a team of squirrels is running a telemarketing call center from the guest bedroom, and a man outside wants to know where to install my weapons-grade uranium centrifuge!”
Did you order these 24 pizzas, Emily D.?
Tongues wagged this week as papparazzi spotted superstars Britney Ears and Hugh Jackrabbit at a romantic getaway in Tahiti, protected by their bodyguard Bruno.
Well, I never, Carly R.
OK, maybe the car isn’t as cuddly as a Nash (what is?), but frequent commenter Yitzysmommie takes it to the streets with her custom license plate. “Tried to get Yitzy to sit with me on the bumpere,” she says, “but he was like ‘Nyerhle.’ “
Oh, swell! Now I’ll be late for my big presentation to Amalgamated Acorns!
Maybe you could give him a lift, Sonya C.