To the foolish fop who dared to defend my honor at Maud’s, let it be known that I am a proud crank, a consummate dunce, and run such a fever that neither a team of doctors nor infinite cases of quinine can stop me from babbling like a raving loon. There’s no honor denying these silly misinterpretations. I get enough of the jejune (nod to Birnbaum) PC shit when I visit Berkeley. So please: I urge all able Reluctant readers to flurry epithets posthaste!
Back to my temporary Bastille.
There will be no jejune in July.
Hey! Marlon Wayans is dead at 80! Oh wait, I read the headline wrong… Marlon Brando, dead at 80.
To the best of our knowledge, Mr. Brandon never dressed up as a White Chick. But then again, who knows…?
Isn’t quinine distilled from jejune?