It’s Saturday, drinking is occurring, and the sound of dogs barking at workmen first thing in the morning is over.

 

*Dips toe into derp*

“Ewww, this is worse than stepping in cold dog shit.”

 

This is how you shitlord.

 

Well…bye.

 

Time to start hoarding candles.

 

This whole gene editing thing is getting out of control.

 

Which one of you did this?

 

Alfred Hitchcock chuckles from the grave.

 

Tonight, a little Blues Traveler for your face. Time to get your snark on.