I considered recapping this episode by posting a photo of my head exploding, with the words, “Holy shit!” written below and just letting it go at that. Because, my friends, holy shit. And, what. the. hell.

I considered recapping this episode by posting a photo of my head exploding, with the words, “Holy shit!” written below and just letting it go at that. Because, my friends, holy shit. And, what. the. hell.
What do you buy the person in your life who has everything? How about something strange enough that you can almost guarantee they would never have reason to buy it for themselves?
This week I’m sorting a set of modern-day icons, and Mr. Sally J is shaking his head. I mean, how can I not know the difference between Al Pacino and Rober DeNiro?
I could go on for ages about the various garments I want to wrap around a big, dead fish to send a message to the fashion industry: fringe jackets sleep with the fishes. I’m rereading The Godfather for the hundredth time, I can’t help myself.