The best part of this story might be that I’ve never even seen “Fiddler on the Roof.”
Breakfast this morning was a tub of iced coffee and an inappropriate quantity of Nutella eaten out of the jar with a spoon, how are y’all doing.
Kenny Rogers knew it: you gotta know when to fold ’em. Listen to Kenny Rogers.
It’s trying times in the kingdom; don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Like George Michael, it’s the one good thing that I got.
This is why we will never have nice things ever again.