Anyone who hasn't figured out yet that I'm rooting for Novak Djokovic in tomorrow's men's final of the French Open has clearly NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION.

I'm fully armed with snacks and drinks and all the positive thoughts that I can bring to bear at that hour of the morning.

It's not like I'm obsessed . . . just deeply, deeply interested.

GOOD ( Read more... )

Best. Thing. Ever.

The interrogation of a fourteenth-century cross-dressing male prostitute.

I pretty much died laughing ( Read more... )