Not … so much. Shorter muscles like pecs are more pork-like, but the longer muscles like hamstrings are more chicken-like. Paradoxically, more cooking time is needed for the shorter muscles, otherwise they end up dry, even though they have more fat.

Uh … apparently.

If she does, can the Nobel Committee rule her prize invalid (and, therefore, Trump’s?)

And the media propagandists who helped foment things.

But they don’t say you can’t draw a little Hitler moustache on his picture.

Perhaps he should just kinda … go there. Meet with the heads of the cartels personally. Have an informal dialogue. Just him, and Vance, and Hegseth, and Noem …

This.

Trump’s not known for his restraint. Or for thinking things through.

ICE are shooting people in the face yesterday, running people over today. Each day it gets just a little worse. The frog has well and truly boiled. He’s just waiting until a little closer to the mid-terms to enact martial law, but he’ll do it earlier if necessary.

There’s no scenario where he doesn’t. None.

100 million puny bald men. Jesus.

Donny. Donny, using the military would be an act of war, Donny. It would make the US the bad guys, Donny. You don’t want to tarnish that sterling legacy of yours, do you?

Oh, wait.

Or a five year old girl.

Things take just that little bit longer to do. Walking somewhere, shopping, mowing, even getting ready to go out. I have to adjust my timetable, extend the time it takes to do things, which cuts into my day, leaving less time for the things I want to do. Which always happened, it’s just that now it takes longer.

I’ve never seen Albanese respond to anyone on Twitter. Ever.

Every night while I’m on my computer, my cat sits on the desk beside me. Occasionally, she sits up and stares, wide-eyed, just over my shoulder and up a little. The house is silent. What the actual … ?!

And they’re classy enough to not rub our noses in it!

Any more filler and botox, she won’t be able to open it at all.

Hey! If you only look at the letters on the left, they spell C … U … N … oh. Never mind.

Can … can you put a poster of the sun on your wall?

I look at the sky every night. I think, “C’mon, UFOs! Do something!” And after a few seconds, my neck hurts, so I go back inside.

" … that’s how America does it … "

Well, of course. He needs a well-funded military to illegally invade all the countries he covets oil and rare earth minerals in.