Been a long, very weird day. And not in a good way. My thoughts and prayers continue to go out to…you know who you are. More information some other time…So anyway, in our nightly perusal of the painfully funny and screaming ironic, we find:
I’m sure it’s not because he hasn’t considered it.
“Mr. Soprano? Your parcel was misdelivered, and you’ll need to pick it up.”
Because it’s the mask that’s causing the problem.
Some opportunities are so rare, and so weird, that when they come along, you just kinda gotta go along.
Ever thought your attorney was on crack? Maybe he was.
I’m sure these all have impeccably reliable sources.
The best of all possible tomorrows to you all-