Sick of all this bossy gatekeeping at concerts. I paid my money

Weird analogy given that Dr. Bill put his appendage in a blind trust for the president

There are more people at my Trader Joe’s on any Sunday.

The sketch with Larry riding the Montgomery bus with Rosa Parks is pure Larry David.

16-year-old me would be outraged

Mitch used to do this at NORD pools every year wearing an Under Armour T-shirt

Slightly less impressive than Queen Carlotta’s cardboard castle in John Waters’ “Desperate Living”

Try to explain to out-of-towners that this shed is actually a bar on a quiet residential block, and that the inside layout bears no relation to the building itself. It warps space.

Hottttt

Never pay for “expedited reading,” people. It’s not like TSA PreCheck for manuscripts.

Gonna rock down to Charlie Kirk Memorial Avenue And then we’ll take it higher

In the old days, supermarket tabloids would make these calls, then station a photographer outside the house so they could report a celebrity was “being investigated for child abuse.”

I had my 2014 Honda Civic appraised yesterday when it went for yearly service. Paid $25K 12 years ago. They offered me $11K cash on the spot and have texted FOUR times since. I know few people are buying new cars now but I didn’t expect this.

I have to start passport renewal next week. Will I have a choice as to design?

But the small businesses the city is destroying on Decatur Street get a magnanimous $2500 grant

More Big Strong Guys Scared of Nothin’ once again scared to do a perfectly anodyne activity — in this case, crossing the street

I’m sure Trey Monaghan is overjoyed. Bowled over. Eternally grateful.

Well, I guess she DID blaze a trail of sorts

Bill’s airing out his balls again after years of keeping them in a blind trust controlled by his former lord and master

Just saw a tech ad that referred to “decisioning in real time.” I guess “deciding” isn’t exciting enough.

11 People Stick Dick in Whirring Fan, Are Surprised by Results

Sunday night Cam, doing his big-eyed cat look

Think I’ll celebrate today by watching “World’s Greatest Dad” — jet-black comedy with Robin Williams as a guy whose asshole son dies of autoerotic asphyxiation and becomes a folk hero. Great movie.

Besides being a stupid excuse for a story, this is three years old

Story from 2023. It’s the weekend at the Nola.com social desk. How dispiriting for the reporters who remain trying to do important work.

Never heard of gumbo with scrambled egg and grits, but it sounds delicious.

The East Wing, the Kennedy Center, the Reflecting Pool, Democracy

The soldiers, who are — presumably — smarter than this jamoke have some agency in this and responsibility for their own health.

“Short Ribbs.” Short-lived attempt to do SNL with a cast of little people show biz veterans of a certain age. It was … different.

Didn’t know the first lady had a press conference

I interviewed the brilliant Tim Reid a couple of times. He and Dreesen were so tight they wrote a joint autobiography, “Tim & Tom.”

I wish Tropical Storm Arthur was this delightful

I see someone has checked out his balls from his safety deposit box at Trump Bank. Of course, it doesn’t matter now.

How many news cycles are we away from “Actually, turning the water a big, beautiful green was always the plan”?

Or — spitballing — fund nonprofit newsrooms in underserved places

She’s getting the H out of town

I assume they all danced to “YMCA” first, the not-gay version.

This is how your intended’s boorish Uncle Lou shows up for your wedding before trying to kiss all the bridesmaids and hitting the open bar.

Sophie’s Connection

The group pearl clutch in the Nola dot com Facebook group over the Naked Bike Ride in the French Quarter is both predictable and hilarious. And I’d wager 99% of them are not even from residents.

‘Tis the weekend and we’re posting 14-month-old features for “engagement”

Oh, dear. Big John is one drink away from putting “Blurred Lines” on the juke and telling the bartender, “Hey, hoss, slide me another one of these bad boys”

“You’re a liberal!” “No, YOU’RE a liberal!” California has its drawbacks but generally I don’t know where candidates go to church, whether they have kids, or like to shoot huge guns on the regular degular.

Dumbbell Lifts Dumbbell

Every word of this

I saw Nipple Related Documents at an all-night jam sesh after Jazz Fest

Great picture of Ryne!

This is how I worked as editor in chief. The only people allowed in were my personal clothes shopper and my chauffeur that week, whom I always called “Mark” because it was too much trouble to remember all the names.

The same press corpse that will be honoring him at a second WHCA dinner next month. Submissive urination.

Can’t fool me. That’s President William Howard Taft.