Apparently yesterday’s image choice was so offensive, my old synagogue mailed my foreskin back to me with instructions on how to rehydrate it and re-attach. So to them, I humbly apologize.

No, I don’t. IT WAS FUNNY. Cringe-funny, sure, but that’s the best funny. NEVER APOLOGIZE.

What’s also funny is the lineup of birthdays, which include a guy whose name sounds like a grinning Negro character from a 1910 novel; one of my spiritual fathers; another one of my spiritual fathers; Team Blue’s spiritual father; a guy whose best movie role was a sneaky coward bad guy; one of the heads not in SugarFree’s freezer; and one of the greatest artists of the 20th century, and a weird guy even by weird guy standards.

I’ll see if I can get through a few Links without offending anyone else.

 

One more “I hate everybody involved” story. Of course, if it involves Trump and Congress trolling each other, that’s pretty much pre-ordained.

 

I wonder if he’s as box-of-rocks dumb as his mother. Either way, three generations of imbeciles are enough.

 

A bridge over troubled waters. HAHAHAHA…. pass the popcorn.

 

I’m thinkin’ a beer hall might be a nice place to go…

 

C’mon guys, with a culture like this, you may as well join the EU.

 

Don’t read the comments. Look, I love this guy’s art, but he’s a fucking moron.

 

Old Guy Music says, “HOLY FUCK, HE PLAYS ELECTRIC!”