Today is nine kinds of catastrophically overbooked: freelance pieces, two SN pieces, and a mounting sleep debt we're not entirely enjoying. (Less giddy sleepy, and more zombiedrooling stupor.)
We'll get the CI up ASAP, but in the meantime accept comic gold. Warning: the chorus of this song is:
Why you comin' home
at five in the morning?
Something's going wrong,
Let me smell yo dick.
You may recognize it from Lord Byron's epic poem Manfred. You may not. Either way, it's awesome.
Note: always wear rhumba panties and a corset to bleach your cheating man's clothes. (HT/Blame: OPS.)