Hello! How was September? Did we pspspspsp the new species of cat, the adorable Leopardus tilcayo? Did we marvel at the new spineless potato? Did we break into hysterical sobs like I did the other night because we watched a clip of Céline Dion at her new Paris residency? Without
Hello! How was our August? Did we take a pass on the Pillsbury™ glass biscuits? Did we watch, open-mouthed at defense attorney Kevin Reddington’s criminal-justice master class during the Lyndsay Clancy trial? Or did we scream to the heavens why the Grim Reaper had missed the mark…
Hello! How are we doing? Did we mark ourselves safe from the Diarrhea Lettuce of 2026? Did we don our old KN95s to ward off the smoke from the thousands of burning hectares of Canadian forests? Did we chug our electrolytes in the 2026 North American heat wave? (There’s
If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended...
Greetings! It’s pollen season. Are you corticosteroidmaxxing? Claritin mogging? Am I going to keep co-opting Gen alpha male-sphere terminology until they start believing in therapy as a valid scientific institution? You bet your bottom bitcoin, Susanne! On the days when my airways didn’t shut down (not
Lurid! On the dance floor!
A tall, refreshing glass of lurid for ya.
It's about to get...lurid.
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