Y’all may have heard that British succession rights changed recently.
But one royal rule hasn’t changed, isn’t changing, and ain’t gonna change even if you sit up and beg for buttermilk: there’s only one Queen in Suite B.
Y’all may have heard that British succession rights changed recently.
But one royal rule hasn’t changed, isn’t changing, and ain’t gonna change even if you sit up and beg for buttermilk: there’s only one Queen in Suite B.
Keeping up with cats can be like Whac-a-Mole.
Speaking of which, was anyone else ever troubled by the whole premise? Aren’t there things far more whackworthy than cute, furry moles? I guess “Whac Injustice” or “Whac The Darkness In One’s Own Soul” isn’t quite as arcade-worthy. But I digress.
Apparently the country’s in the very best of hands. They tell me that our debt problems are in the care of a supercommittee.
As best I can tell, any committee worthy of being called super must be made up of cats.
Back in middle school, I had a good friend who was known for exclaiming, during tough times, “How am I expected to remain victorious under these circumstances??!”
Yeah. I was a weird middle schooler. (I’ve changed a lot not at all.) But, today, the news is wall-to-wall victorious.
This week witnessed the cancellation of a certain Kate’s show.
Fortunately, it also witnessed the success of a different Kate’s showing-off.
What’s all the fuss about some Derek Jeter guy hitting 3,000 baseballs?
I mean, that’s cool and all, but not in comparison with another slugger and eight-plus FIV+ cats.