Trevor Noah still has perhaps the most punchable face on television.  Which says a lot, as I find most faces on television punchable.  I’m coming for you, Trevor, and it’s going to be fucked up: even with a sizable staff of overpaid writers, you are not funny.

I killed a centipede in the writing shed today.  I did not appreciate its presence, and called it a motherfucker before murdering it.  No centipedes (nor any members of the insect kingdom) allowed in the my goddamn writing shed.

N.P.: “Running Whiskey (feat. Billy F Gibbons)” – Supersonic Blues Machine