Day 286: Foghorn Beauregard Jeffhorn returns with another of his patented “whoopsie-daisy-forgot-em’s”.

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Day 278: In which one has to learn the “best words” somewhere.

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Day 273: In which the supposed adult in the room can’t shake the toddler tactics

19 25

DY 266.1: In which one was hoping for Thousand Island instead.

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Day 248: As long as we’re boycotting ppl for not doing their job...

18 24

Day 242: In which it's high time for this Pravda pancake to flip.

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Day 226.1: Fantasy and paranoia duke it out for a 6ft toddler's attention.

12 17

Day 208: The Bigot Whistler works to stay A-OK with the KKK.

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Day 205: The hate soufflé is given a finger wag but the ingredients are A-OK.

16 20

Day 183: A little part of me will miss this big ol' Easter Bunny. lemme illustrate your tell-all.

11 17

Day 176: In which apparently Russian spies are a forgettable lot.

9 16

"I went to DC to be Princess President and all I got was this lousy cloud of treason"

4 9

Day 149: The only thing more fragile than the ego is one's relationship with reality.

13 21

In which the terrorists to be worried about aren't of the brown-skinned variety.

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