It’s Mondaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, y’all! Robert O’Rourke has FINALLY developed a singular clue and dropped out of the race, we’re talking about Ronan Farrow’s face and giving him a warning about Clinton-suiciding, and chatting about UFC cheers and boos. Because of course that’s what we’re talking about on a Monday.
Also, my voice is still not what it used to be, but I finally got the good drug-hookup from an older doc this weekend, because older doctors are where it’s at, y’all. He gave me an antibiotic (thank you Jesus) – I swear, getting an antibiotic these days is harder than getting meth. For real. So thank you, sweet doctor-man, if you’re out there.
Hopefully, I’ll get my voice back 100% by the end of the week, or it may just be stuck this way forever. The jury’s still out.
Happy Monday, everyone