Different shit, different day.

It’s Wednesday. Russia is actively f***ing w/our elections AGAIN. The world is still on fire, and for some damn reason there’s like 12 “Real Housewives” shows. We’re just waiting on the chosen one to choose the door to save Zion and restart the simulation, so let’s do it with more evidence that the glitches in the Matrix are getting worse.

• Was this one of those 23 dimensions of compatibility?

• 11 herbs and spices AND toe cheese? YUM.

• No, Dennis. You are totally allowed to say it. In fact I’d like to invite you to Baltimore to come say it to all of my neighbors.

• “Hello officers. I would like to report that I have found the goodest boy. Me. Please return me to my hoomans now.

• Fetch hither the fromage de la Belle France!

Okay. Back to the grind, but make sure you join us next week for more WTF-ery. And if you see anything you think should be here leave me a comment below or find me on Twitter at @arrpeebee