No, you don’t eat Olly….you make a wreath out of him and hang it on the door….
I thought a rhomboid was a muscle..?
It’s the Know Nothing Party all over again!
How about Elba?
…but, the car smell?
Are all the people who commented above British or do they have to get up at the crack of dawn on Sunday, like I do?
The folks who voted for the proponent probably have no idea what it is. Nor do they care.
Well done, Mr. Luckovich!
Note to the young ’uns…If you plan to run for office in the future, you’ll need lots of money and a life that is beyond reproach. Especially in the age of the internet.
I once lived in a house built on top of one that had burned down. The cellar of the old one beneath was formed from crystal rocks. My cats spent hours staring at the walls.