While The Twins are bubbling in their breakfast milk, I'm reading Mr. Wolcott's blog & still laughing:
And I'd also never play Wolf's dildoically urgent theme music.
UPDATE: More good stuff from Mr. Wolcott.
I was aware of course that Hemingway had wrapped his big mitt around a glass of Ballantine Ale in a full-page ad back when the marlin ran true and Mary drove the jeep,....
