that if you’ve been cleared for weekends, you’re still invited. I’m up to my everything in stuff to do, and the more of us there are, the more stuff we cover. I don’t care. Fuck you. Your worst stuff is better than my best. Asshole. Bite me, please.

From Beldar, Lurch has run out of time for bringing suit against the Swift Vet guys for defamation of (ahem) character: Seriously, though, Senator, some folks might draw the inference that rather than your having just forgotten the one-year anniversary of the publication of Unfit for Command — oopsies! — you’re instead desperately afraid to ever face cross-examination under oath, or [to face] document subpoenas of yourself and your hagiographer

Happyfeet outlines the issue over at the pub — taking his cue from Christopher Taylor. I say yes. Others say no. And those who haven’t yet commented on this — well, I question their patriotism.

I got to see a friend from grade school while I was home. Bennet went to Dixon Elementary with me and with Bob Schwoch. We remained friends through high school. His father was a physician, and his mother an ex-model maniac, who physically abused Bennet and his little brother, Bevan, now deceased. When I demonstrated the lacerations to my folks, they agreed to have Bennet live with us, and we