At the end of an hour he died, as they die who are bitten by the little brown karait, and the policemen bore him and the thing under the tablecloth to their appointed places.

As a matter of fact, this slob was full of information today. He told me why we Jews have different dorks.

That Barbie Shippers faction of XF fandom is currently cloistering itself somewhere in really dreadful, schmoopy fanfic where no other character threatens the purity of their deep, abiding luv.

Look, folks. I don't want to write this recap any more than you want to read it. But let's rip off the Band-Aid and get through this thing together.