




When I bought my 2020 calendar, little did I guess that April’s page would feel so nostalgic.
For the record, the Moderation Beast is insatiable today, and I’ve been rescuing at least a few comments every hour.
Well… it’s not as if I have anyplace to go.


Ed: Why does the flea approve of flea-killer?


… Balding Guy for some reason thought her husband was all these things and was not standing right behind him??
Yesterday’s Rhymes With Orange:

I’m pretty sure anybody who knows who Icarus is know he wasn’t an angel — so I’m not sure where Ms. Piccolo was going with this.
And then today:

Not the same day, granted, but really close; and if there’s one thing Icarus…

