18 courses. The only consolation is that the Chimp was chained to his chair for all 18, presumably without wine. Those tasting menus can feel like hostage situations.
(Filched from mournful Trex, who has the best description ever of the media's demonstration of love for McLame. Hint: It doesn't involve BBQ or doughnuts.)
A k a Regina Schrambling, I write once a week at the base camp but come across things between Sundays that are worth sharing. I suspect my emailing list is plumb tuckered out from clicking on everything I send around, though. And so I’ve sold my soul to the Google.
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