Drink, Drink To RGB
In your heart and on your bosoms.
Before we'd even had our second tequila last night, you were emailing us asking if we had Ruth Bader Ginsburg ... anythings. And we didn't. And we were ashamed. How could we have neglected her?
Now we're even more ashamed to scrabble a buck off her passing. Strike that. You need Wonkette, our merch helps fund Wonkette, judging by ActBlue last night and today you're TRYING to spend all your money, and like I said: you asked.
Shy has made us a lovely focused RGB, smiling slightly with calm intensity of purpose, and I have put her on your bosom, in your liquor, on your coffee, on your farmers market tote bag, if we have farmers markets anymore.
Now I shall make my good son go downstairs and print me the first shot glass, and I will drink to all of us. And then I will drink to all of us again, to take a bite out of last night's dog that bit me.
Tomorrow, we go nuclear.
For now, this is your open thread.
He can expand the court if he so desires.
We're supposed to put them on the sidewalk the night before trash day. She had a paper route and would move ours (and only ours) back into our yard at 0400 in the morning. Once we had the goods, we called the paper and they talked to her and she stopped it. It was very odd.