Your Bertram haughtily stoops to acknowledge that he is an aristo-elitist enemy of the people, doomed to the tumbrils with the Duc d’Enghien and Mitt Romney. Quite.
I have the honor of announcing that a certain chic West End address will soon be enlivened by a blushing bride and, if our union is blessed, the pitter patter of little feet. (more…)
Apparently you can identify politics and party affiliation by looking at people’s faces. (more…)
Matsby is always first in our hearts, but the new Snarkernackle’s Rejected Mormon Image series is pretty funny.
If there’s a Mormon mission out there with a mission rule against impersonating FBI agents, this is why.
Because tearing down a building with a giant backhoe seems like too much fun to be “work”, what? (more…)
As I was singing in the bath this AM–why do the streets have no name, do you think? Negligence in the municipal roads departments?–I pulled up from the treasure vaults of memory something I’ve been meaning to tell you. (more…)
But blood will flow!
If he talks to the clouds, we’re all going to drown! (more…)
I drew Beau GST’s name for the Drones Club Chess Tournament Sweepstakes, so naturally I toddled around and put the laddy on a strict training regimen. (more…)
Chez Wooster is no place for daubers of colors, but some of these entries are rather festive, what?