Next time, get there before them. It’s called “PREponderence.”

I was hoping for a recording of the news release about this discovery in that helium-elevated voice.

Kid in old age, probably: “Yeah, I was working in the Salt Mines at 11. Then they petered out, so I got me a job at the Pepper Mill. By the time I retired, I was first shift at the Olive Garden, doling out shredded cheese like a fiend. Yessir! Them was the days!”

Harry Chapin

Or

Karen Carpenter

(I know, they’re kinda sappy but they were on my Playlist when I was young and in love.)

It’s not an utter fabrication. There are nieces. There are Chinese nieces. There are Chinese nieces who are kids. There are Chinese nieces who are kids and take naps. Ergo, there are Chinese niece kid nappings. There is a George Santos. See? All better. (Santos’s ‘Spinner-in-Chief,’ probably.)

I am in agreement with those who thought it was disappointing. Reminded me of a Disney World where all the “rides” looked intriguing until you got inside and found there were no rides. A bunch of brightly colored, sparkly doors leading nowhere to nothing. (And I am a Jamie Curtis slave, so…it was a hard let-down.)