Dave is drinking Finland's biggest Negroni, Mikal is waylaid in Costco, and Mike and Simon are more or less regular. FOR NO GOOD REASON we critique academic residencies from the right and ourselves from the left, but as is GOOD AND PURE we can only be ourselves, so we pass the time CRAPPING OUR PANTS about underwater welding, coral reef poetry, curling, and Mölkky, which means we are BOUND BY LAW to reflect on the relationship between DEEP PERSONAL SHAME and FROZEN YOGURT. After that--and only because of some TRULY DRACONIAN LABOR LAWS--we grin and bear it through the tediousness of the ESPYs, the Mayweather/MacGregor press tour hellscape, the moral difficulty of googling female tennis stars, Wimbledon specifically and in general, and Lonzo Ball.
