Frankenflesh, baby. That little sliver o’ calf? Sexiest part of an aging white man. It’s dad-cleavage.
Mickey is drunk, thinks he’s at the hotel, and has been sticking that keycard into the door latches of Senators’ offices all day. Mitch McConnell had Capitol Police place Mickey into a wheelchair, and then drag him out of it.
The frame/art ratio is off, isn’t it? Shouldn’t the art be bigger than the frame? I’m not exactly Robert Hughes, so I’m not to be trusted on matters of art, but I always thought the art should be bigger.
Goddammit, Bobby, you couldn’t even put on your socks?
“He really loves that fucking song.”
“What’s it been?”
“Twenty minutes straight.”
“He doesn’t even know we’re here. He’s just talking.”
“Well, yeah. He’s a Senator. That’s what they do.”
“You think they told him who killed JFK?”
“His co-worker’s dad did it.”
That Calhoun fellow’s got a flash haircut, man. Dunno where I’ve seen it before. (Okay, fine: would someone PLEASE ‘shop a beard onto John Calhoun?)