The Empire needs you.

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.

 he may casually admit to wearing women’s cosmetics.

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?

The worst part of these village treats is the children’s choir. The little blighters are rather de trop, what? Seared into the Wooster gray matter–to give you just one instance of the many that come to mind–is the occasion that Kim “Kimber-bimber” Jong-Il of the Drones’ Club invited me down to his country place and what was looking like a promising little week-end with a well-stocked cellar was constantly spoiled by little excrescences mumbling ‘Dear Leader” this and shrilling “Dear Leader” that wherever one turned. It began where ghastly left off.

Towards a Mormon jurisprudence? I never thought of Joseph Smith as one of those beaky legal types, handing out fines for the lightest causes, and burying advice on socage-in-chief in the Book of Mormon, coming it the heavy with this ‘and what explanation do you give for yourself, Mr. Wooster’ stuff, when really I was speeding very moderately, if at all, but they tell me its so. Cor chase my Aunt Fanny up the gum tree.