Well, folks, it’s the end of another week that chewed up our hearts and then spat them back out. We were both completely wrecked by the news that Adam Schlesinger, merely fifty-fucking-two years old, died of complications related to a coronavirus infection on Wednesday
To Sophie - my friends and I are consoling ourselves by calling the future date-unspecified get-together the “Passover Do-Over,” which is very fun to say and gives, while not a robust guffaw, at least a small begrudging chuckle, which is sometimes all you can ask for right now.
That Andes Mints episode was delightful. Thank you.
To Sophie - my friends and I are consoling ourselves by calling the future date-unspecified get-together the “Passover Do-Over,” which is very fun to say and gives, while not a robust guffaw, at least a small begrudging chuckle, which is sometimes all you can ask for right now.