CPAP MACHINE NEEDED

The Doctor is IN

OVER AT RADIO INFOMANIAC, OUR DEAREST FRIEND MISTRESS MJ HAS BLOWN THE LID OFF MY TRUE PASSION, MY REASON FOR LIVING. AND THAT IS WHAT YOU QUERY? WHY, IT'S YOU DARLING!! YOU AND YOUR TROUBLES, YOU AND YOUR PHOBIAS, YOU AND YOUR FEARS. TELL MOTHER NORMA WHATEVER HAUNTS YOU AT NIGHT. TELL MOTHER NORMA WHAT TAUNTS YOU DURING THE DAY. I'M LICENSED IN 49 STATES AND FULLY BONDED. THE LINES ARE OPEN!

NORMA'S CRYSTAL BALLS

I'M GOING OUT ON A LIMB AND SAYING THAT

"ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER MAN"

WILL WIN BEST PICTURE THIS YEAR AT THE OSCARS.

THIS IS NO MYSTERY

IT'S SUNDAY, I'M BUSY WITH MY CALISTHENICS.

AND YET ANOTHER MYSTERY

THIS PHOTO IS FOR SALE ON EBAY. 

THE SELLER CLEARLY STATES WHO SHE IS. 

I BEGRUDGINGLY AGREE WITH THE SELLER. 
TO ME, THIS IS TOUGH. DO YOU KNOW WHO SHE IS?

NOT THAT DIFFICULT A MYSTERY

I KNOW YOU KNOW WHO LADY TO THE LEFT IS.

MY QUESTION IS, DO YOU KNOW WHO'S 

STANDING TO HER RIGHT?

A NEW TUMBLR

EBONY MAGAZINE'S GOT A NEW TUMBLR USING 

70s COVERS AND ADS. THERE ARE ONLY A FEW 

PAGES UP SO FAR, BUT IT COULD BE FUN.

ONE CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH ROSS.

ROE V. WADE HAD YET TO BECOME 

LAW WHEN THIS DRESS WAS CONCEIVED, 

HENCE IT'S EXISTENCE. 

WHY, IT'S A FUCKING MIRACLE!

JESSICA GUTIERREZ REMOVED MY GALL BLADDER, BUT WHEN SHE DID HER OBLIGATORY INITIALING ON MY STOMACH, A MIRACLE OCCURRED.

I WAS SAVED.

HOLLYWOOD ROYALTY, INDEED

AND HERE'S HER MOTHER, FROM AN EARLIER MD POST.

THE NEW YEAR, MOM AND THE BOYS

CHRISTMAS EVE, 1959

WE ALWAYS GOT GOT GIFTS XMAS MORNING, BUT THIS WAS A MEMORABLE YEAR. THAT IS MY VERY FIRST BICYCLE. AND YES, IT'S A GIRL'S AND SHUT UP. WHO KNEW THAT WE REALLY WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO GET GIFTS? IT WASN'T UNTIL I WAS AN ADULT THAT I LEARNED THE REASON WHY WE GOT OUR GIFTS XMAS MORNING. SEEMS MOM GOT PREGNANT WAY BACK WHEN AND THE FOLKS HAD TO GET MARRIED. THEY WED DECEMBER 24th, BUT THEIR ANNIVERSARY WAS ALWAYS CELEBRATED SEPTEMBER 24th.  SO, IT WAS A CELEBRATION, THEIR SECRET CELEBRATION, BUT ALL WE KNEW WAS IT'S CHRISTMAS. WELL, OUR KIND OF XMAS, THE KIND WITH MENORAHS SCATTERED ABOUT AND STOCKINGS THAT WERE PALE BLUE & WHITE WITH WHITE JEWISH STARS.

OH, THAT PARKING GARAGE? IT HAD A SHORT LIFE. WE ALL DID SOMETHING TO UPSET MUM AND SHE THREW IT DOWN THE CELLAR STAIRS. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL

AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO SAY IT THAN WITH....

PUPPIES!

TO OUR JEWISH FRIEND AT CHANUKAH

MORON HERE

NOW I'VE GONE AND DONE IT.

I'VE DELETED MY YOUTUBE ACCOUNT AND FROM 

WHAT I CAN SEE, IT'S UNRETRIEVABLE. THIS IS ALL GOOGLE'S FAULT. I DIDN'T WANT TO LINK EVERY FRIGGING THING TO EVERY OTHER FRIGGING THING AND I TRIED TO OUTSMART THEM. 

HA. 

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I just received my November 28, 2011 edition of The New Yorker this afternoon. Today is December 6. This isn't a new thing, but this seems exceptionally late to me. I always thought I should get my magazine before the date on the cover. So, who do I complain to? If I march into my post office and let 'er rip, I'll really be my postman's favorite, right? I just and I mean just renewed by subscription to The New Yorker. 

Today in national news, the post office announced major cuts. 

Did I just piss $39.00 dollars away?