There’s always something to howl about.

An open letter to El Queso Grande: If you lay down with dogs, you wake up with fleas — which is news to no one.

Q: “Oh, dear! An NAR committee I am very proud to brag about belonging to is composed of clueless idiots. Whatever shall I do?”

A: Ahem.

I swear I’m not making this shit up. Witness:

“It’s time to do something different.”

Jeesh…

 
(H/T Linda Davis.)