Another grueling week, lemme tell you. This Sunday is ladies schvitz, and I’m going to sweat until I’m just an desiccated husk. And tonight is a night to watch old boxing matches on HBO and cuddle up with the dog. It’s cold again, I drove a million miles and car repairs will cost me hundreds and hundreds of dollars. So yeah: Boxing.
I thought Andre Ward was a goner after that second-round knockdown, but now I think he’s going to go the distance. This fight was last November in Vegas, but I must have let my subscription to Ring lapse, because I never saw it.
So, now we have an attorney general who met with the Russians and lied about it? Is the cognitive dissonance in the room a low hum for you, or more like a TV between channels, turned up to 11? (Hands go up.) So we now have leak after bombshell after stink bomb with this administration and their hanky-panky with the Russians, and the GOP continues to stick their hands in their pockets, look at the sky and whistle. I can’t stand it. I can’t even look at the blogs and the columns and the usual suspects anymore.
Except Roy, of course.
I don’t even have any bloggage, but I do have a headline:
She’s 42. And there were three football players. Because of course there were.
Folks, I’m beat. New thread for new outrages, and have a nice weekend.