Category Archives: Bedside Reading
I cannot think of who I would give this to.
The Madison Cawthorn Story. Only guessing.
Clearly one of the mysteries of the universe he did not solve was where did he leave his trousers?
I never get invited to the fun sleep-overs! (My bedside has Tylenol, a heating pad, and a glass of ice water. We’ll see how things are tomorrow.)
I need to see the Table of Contents and Index, uh, to see if anyone I know is listed. That’s it.
We’re only guessing this is on Gaetz bedside table (not really).
“Do you like gladiator movies, kid?”
After 10 months of social isolation and home haircuts, I need one too. Oh. Wait.
Laughed my ass clean off.