At the end of a long day that more often than not involves wrestling with the demons of ignorance and the gremlins of stupidity, your mind is funky with an aftertaste of liberalism so fetid it would gag a barn fly and the last thing you want to ingest is another steaming pile of asshattery. What you need is a palate cleanser of sorts – and what better way to freshen the intellect, the heart and the spirit than with a generous scoop of Sorbet for the Mind.
The late Richard Jeni waxes eloquent on men and their penises and on women who drink wine while PMS-ing. Nicole knows who this is dedicated to…don’t you lambkins? Yes, I am wrong. I’ll always be wrong. It’s always my fault.