What’s up, Glibs? I have an advanced case of ennui, and don’t feel like enacting anyone’s labor today, including mine. Also, I’ve been whistling the fucking M*A*S*H theme ever since I read Q’s article. I just want to take a nap. Its an easy fucking life I have.

Florida Man is fucking killing it with the crazy/stupid in my neck of the woods.

OPEC dreams of $100/bbl oil. Please. It won’t stay above $80 and WTI isn’t to $70 yet. Let’s not get overwrought. I continue to hear that there are plenty of proven non-producing wells that will fire back up if the WTI price gets over $75.

I’m not sure which part of this is the saddest. The fact that Olympic gymnasts can be had for a loaf of bread like a Venezuelan prostitute, probably. What a profoundly fucked up

And finally, Andrew McCabe’s day is getting worse. I’ll bet he never foresaw the day when he’d lose his pension AND have charges referred when he decided to help the new boss before she was actually his boss.

 

So here you go. The obvious song is obvious.