Andrew B_____ Can't Get Enough Hilary!

Butt-Hurt and Festive.

"I wish there were a more reliable source of blood available. I'd make you blood puddin'."

"I think my boss can get us some blood."

"Excellent. I will make you some blood puddin'.
Is it free-range, organic blood?"


This conversation occurred approximately forty-seven seconds before Michael kissed me goodbye and left for the first time; approximately sixty-one seconds before he returned for his Thermos of coffee moaning about how I'm such a distraction. And approximately two minutes and twenty-eight seconds earlier we discussed:

"If you're going to blog about Andrew ________, don't use his last name."


This Christmas season is a knitted sweater unraveling.

"House of the Magazines"

Andrew B_____, aka Commissioner Gordon declares the Bat Cave "House of the Magazines" Why?

Here are some recent paper guests to the mailbox: