Trader Joe’s, please continue to randomly place tortilla chips in your bags that look like pope hats. Everyone, may I now introduce to you, Pope Pinky Tortilla X.


Caught red pawed: the neighbor’s cat snuck into our place and decided to raid my whiskies with his whiskers. I applaud your taste in whiskey, kitty, but let’s work on those manners. (A grown man posting cat pictures…what does it all mean?)