What’s this? pic.twitter.com/nHqkldU604
Let’s play tomato Rorschach, shall we? Tell me what this looks like to you. pic.twitter.com/sIeMsxeIDW
I must admit that I admire Fran Lebowitz. She is called a writer but hasn’t written a book in over 27 years. Why? She has writer’s block. I’m a marathon runner and haven’t run a marathon because I have runner’s blocked. Sounds stupid, doesn’t it? And for good reason.
This was from a better time not too long ago when New York was fun and vibrant and exciting and bold and dangerous and not timid, scared, masked, hiding and pathetic. I miss those days. pic.twitter.com/2zCJG5YibW
Why didn’t any of the football players tonight wear masks while playing and, more importantly, why wasn’t Tom Brady social distancing?
“Well, I’m sure glad Trump’s gone. I mean I thought I would miss him but I’ve got to tell you that these four days have really shown me that, boy, we are so much better off without him. I mean, think of how much we have to talk about now that will be really interesting. Right?” twitter.com/acosta/status/…
“OK, I know I was supposed to say something but for the life of me I can’t remember. Give me a hint. It was about an election, right? Am I close?“ pic.twitter.com/Qy1V5H2fz9
American stop reading books 15 years ago.
No one gives a diddly damn about your sleeping dog. In fact it bores us. More than you can imagine. In fact, it’s insulting to think that we would react one way or another to a picture of a goddamn sleeping dog. So tell me, why do you do it?