Work it, work it, work it!
In Which Your Humble Blogger YO, S1, K2T, PSSO, YO.
In Which Your Humble Blogger YO, S1, K2T, PSSO, YO.
In Which a goyische kup named Balaam/was instructed the yidn to daam./But what came to pass?/He sat on his ass/and recited the twenty-third psaam.
In Which, if it weren’t for misapprehensions, Your Humble Blogger wouldn’t have any apprehensions at all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finishes the Percy Jackson series at last, only to discover I am again two books behind.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to spark more interest in the dud game of Encore, by hanging upside-down over the spikes, slowly slowly lowered to my hideous doom. Each correct answer brings me one inch closer to safety.
In Which Your Humble Blogger’s favorite is probably slow-cooked and then served over rice, but will take it in a barrel if that’s the only way to get it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wrote this piece before seeing Jon Bernstein’s line that “there’s a high correlation between the impulse to be a budget scold and being world-historically stupid”. Which, you know, lol.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is rushed and cannot think of a clever thing to put in the pull quote.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tallies another one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger foresees many complicated conversations of a filial and paternal nature.