I couldn't find the picture of that Vietnamese girl from part 1, but I inadvertently sent myself on a journey of discovery into my past, and illuminated some new revelations. (One of them being "I've sent a LOT of dick pics in the last 15yrs") I hate Kumal Nanjiani, but let me tell you why. I went to watch the Trump/Kamala debate live, and left dissatisfied on about 19 different levels. (Chicken tenders were involved) Trump is a bore on podcasts, and if I never hear about "the golden years of the Boston comedy scene" again, it'll be too fuckin soon. People seem to have hated Beetlejuice 2, I held strong and instead went to see Terminator 2. Jack Black was behind me in line for it, and I have a litany of thoughts about him AND the movie. Rain globs keep falling on my car, and (also) fuck "I see what you did there" guy, a fresh scourge in the Lukester's online life. I had a total Saturday night misfire, and I advocate for a "fats only" section of the beach. The Bureau has added "my laundromat" to their list of targets.