Holy effing Gout. Last night the inside of our knee felt like it was being scraped with sandpaper. That's AFTER we went to the doctor. Another scrap of evidence supporting our growing suspicion that doctors make things worse.
[He never really thinks strait when he has gout, Yanks-Ed]
Look at Fauci. The knee only stops hurting if the leg is perfectly still and level with the joint locked.
We're making up Soviet silo nuclear procedure. WTF, why not? As long as it seems right. It's not like the Russians are going to open up about it. 'Hello Ivan. I'm a talkative and inquisitive Americanski...' Russians are paranoid as it is...'Security threat, comrade? Activate Operation Smirt Spionen.Why take chances.?'*
Speaking of [Week segway-Ed], our KGB handler was giving us grief for only writing two articles in September. With the flood we were a little busy. He was also asking about today. We just didn't want to write about Sinema, Manchin and reconciliation again. And the whole Lets Go Brandon thing would take too much time to explain and make no sense and leave Russian readers asking, 'Who is Brandon?'* Sorry, Ivan, I got nothing.
Reading through The Great Salvation of 1976, we're finding the same problems, the same issues we have with 75. Something seems off about these one off scenes. A Coast Guard cutter cruises down the Mississippi and shows us what's happening on the banks and is never heard from again. Maybe it's not even a problem. Maybe we're just overthinking.
[Overthinking has never been an issue for you before, knobhead-Ed]
So they sent William Shatner into space. The jokes can and do write themselves. Make no mistake, Star Trek is the single most important and influential television show of the 20th century and this blog doubts there's even a close second. Name one. Hill Street Blues?
*Read that with your fake Russian accent.
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