After patronizing Margaret Cho's stand-up act on Sunday I have decided that what I occasionally self-interpret as a vaguely scrubby sense of humor may not be so scrubby after all. Compared to the Cho, in fact, I am a sweet, bleached-out, cavity-free angel. And I like that feeling, in a sense. Squeaky-cleanliness presumed, I will now delve into the crevices of bathroom humor for the sake of cavitifying my image a lil' bit (this post + having "breached security" at work yesterday = 3% badass!), and thus we have: the port-a-loo I used on Saturday out in the suburbs. I laughed out loud a little bit when I saw it, but quickly realized that I was laughing alone and stopped.

But that's enough of that! Back to Mother Pie and Apple Hood on the right: one of the following attractive older-type-gentlefolk (sole clue: the one who is neither Serbian nor Polish nor Eastern-European in any fashion) turned a certain age yesterday, and though I could not be there to share in the birthday celebrations, I imagine it was splendid. Happy birthday!