Old-Timey Picture Sunday.
Tracy: You’re the coolest big sister ever. Like, times infinity.
Tami: I know, right? I really am. But wait, where are we?
Tracy: I don’t know. Looks like a tent, right?
Tami: They just told us to stand here. I think they might be off negotiating with the carnival folk to take you with them.
Tracy: Really? I’d make an awesome carnie.
Tami: Sigh … only you would be more excited than terrified by my fake threat.
Tracy: I’m not really going? Either way it’d be awesome. The life of a crazy carnie or following you around FOREVER. My life is awesome.
Tami: Good thing I have infinite patience, Sigh …
Joanne and I are living long and prospering.
Or drinking wine and eating pizza after watching “Star Trek.”
See? You can barely tell there is a huge crater stuffed with cake in the middle.
Phew. Thanks frosting!!
First, a disclaimer: We, like you, are so. Fucking. Tired! of Benghazi. If Republicans had just taken our advice, they would not be suffering in the polls because they are wasting everyone’s time, and we would not be weeping into our latte because we have to keep struggling to wring a few drops of funny out of this fucking nothingburger of a non-anything story.
Best line in the whole article:
If you’re just going to make stuff up, you have to do better than this. Maybe Hillary was braiding Huma Abedin’s hair when she got the message that Chris Stevens was killed, and she said “Haha serves him right for having a penis, I hate men!”
Oh that’s right. You’re supposed to let it cool before you taking it out of the pan. Curse my wretched impatience.
Good thing frosting fixes everything.