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Trying To Get The Last Toilet Paper Today (Yes, It’s Happening Again)

Yes, I did go grocery shopping today, and yes, the TP and paper towel aisle, which is enormous, was nearly wiped dry.

Fortunately, we got our always overpriced $20 8-pack of Cottonelle last week, and that should last us until Halloween, which I’m pretty sure won’t exist this year, unless you can finagle some sort of contactless curbside amongst kids who were never able to try on costumes in the first place because fitting rooms are closed. And speaking of Halloween candy and chocolate, the pictures above were images of children in Berlin, excited to their cores about the “American chocolate bombers” who dropped candy tied to miniature parachutes as they flew into the city. Can you imagine a selfless world of kindness like that today?

When Everybody Likes Your Story Except For That Smug Trollop, Nancy

Kryptonite Used In ‘Rona Vaccine Trial

That’s probably not kryptonite. In fact, the only thing I recognize in the whole image is dreft, and a man in an apron. A sturdy apron. The rest of it is all science.

This might also be science. Or maybe it’s engineering. I don’t know. It’s machines.

This guy is looking at the things, maybe liquids or gasses.

She is noticing how the thing has changed and is about to take notes on her hypothesis.

More bubble things. Too late to switch careers now, Bud. At least you have at lots of keys.

More liquid things and jars and gravity.

Maybe this is chemistry.

And finally, badda bing, badda boom, vaccines, fresh from the icebox.

Young Conan O’Brien Feeds White Rats In Home Ec

Donating Back All The Books I Read In Quarantine

I read a lot of books in the tub. Since I only buy clearance books from the used book store, my budget is small. When I’m done, I simply donate them back. I could stand around for an hour and wait for them to ultimately offer me $1.78 for 45 books, but I prefer to just drop the boxes off and leave. The one I finished today was “In Such Good Company” by Carol Burnett. Only $3 and I read it while my husband was at his cardiac therapy. Next up: The Art of Racing in the Rain.

This Sprite Is Tight But Randy Is Dandy

Who needs a carbonated beverage when hot and hunky Randy is only a meter away, and his Chanel Pour Monsieur is wafting toward you on the wings of love, mingled with the musky scent of teen athlete? Focus, Joyce, or you’ll drop your pom.

Hormones are high all around. Looks like she’s got designs on this guy.