Pro-Trump Courtroom Sketch Artist Keeps Drawing Former President as Jacked Superman While Testifying

NEW YORK — Veteran courtroom sketch artist, and self-proclaimed “MAGA diehard,” Terry Bonilla was reprimanded by county officials for continually drawing former President Donald Trump as Superman during his fraud trial, sources confirmed.

“I’m just drawing Trump exactly as I see him in court, with his biceps rippling after a long day of draining the swamp, his traps bulging through his suit jacket from carrying our Democracy on his broad shoulders, and don’t even get me started on the overwhelming bulge in his pants. God willing I’ll be able to sketch that treasure someday,” said Bonilla. “I was told to draw him ‘normal’ or else I’d be fired. But I really can’t draw him any other way, it wouldn’t be my truth. I was also told I needed to stop drawing Letitia James as the devil. It seems like Trump isn’t the only one under a gag order in this room.”

Court Stenographer Carolynn Aimes says it’s distracting working next to Bonilla.

“My job is to listen and type out what is being said by the prosecution and defense, but all day I can hear Terry scribbling on his notepad saying ‘Go get ‘em Donny’ under his breath. And any time Mr. Trump stands up Terry stands at attention and salutes,” said Aimes. “And any time the former president shifts in his chair or coughs or anything Terry starts pumping his fist like he’s cheering on the Knicks. I tried moving my chair the other day, but he set up behind me and kept talking about how our new angle really shows off Trump’s strong core.”

Lyle Hill, the owner and proprietor of a store dedicated to Trump memorabilia, hopes to get his hands on some of the courtroom sketches.

“I wish I could be in that courtroom supporting my president. Unfortunately, I have a few warrants and if I show up to the court I might not walk out. Either way, it brings a tear to my eyes to see Trump portrayed so accurately in media,” said Hill. “I’ve noticed that normal photographs of Trump don’t sell well. It turns out modern cameras can’t quite capture his muscle definition and stature. It takes a true visionary to draw Trump as the mountain of muscles we all see him as. I’ve been sending all the profits from my store to the Trump defense fund, I hope he comes by to visit when this all blows over.”

At press time, Bonilla was debating on how gigantic he should draw Ivanka Trump’s boobs while on the stand.

Punk Girl Scout Selling Loose Cookies at Show

RICHMOND, Va. — Local Girl Scout Teresa Evans recently broke all regional sales records by selling single cookies at a Gutter Slug show, according to witnesses covered in Thin Mint crumbs.

“After years of selling cookies by the rules, I finally decided it was time for a new strategy,” said Evans of Troop 144. “Last year I sold 42 boxes of cookies, and our cut was like six bucks. The faceless corporation called ‘Girl Scouts’ takes all the profits and barely kicks anything back to the little girl on the street. But I’m not standing for it anymore. I realized that I could make a killing if I tapped into the local punk scene, they are a market the Scouts never target. At $3 a cookie, I’m getting damn near $100 a box, all profit. I’m not messing around.”

Gil ‘Roach’ Brewer, merch guy for Gutter Slug, witnessed the hustle and could only stand in awe as everyone spent all their cash on cookies.

“Friday nights I can usually sell quite a few t-shirts, maybe even a hoodie. But then I looked up at one point and everyone in the club was drawn to this girl. I just figured she showed up with a bottle of ludes, but then I said, that’s no pill, that’s a fuckin’ Thin Mint,” said Brewer while counting the measly singles left in his wallet. “She was stealing all my business, but when she broke out the Samoas, I couldn’t help myself. I gotta admit that’s a pretty genius idea.”

Melissa Gerrard, leader of Troop 144, is proud of her capitalist protegee.

“It’s the same shit, every year. Go out and sell, sell, sell. We’re out there on the streets slinging these cookies for weeks, and for what? A few extra dollars? This year, I just said ‘fuck it,’ I encouraged these girls to DIY this shit,” said Gerrard gleefully. “Teresa has always been quick on her feet and the idea fell out of her like a tooth hitting the most pit floor, it was no brainer. We now have plans to hit five more bars Saturday night, and you better believe we’ll be stocked with all your favorites.”

At press time, Troop 144 had sold 476 boxes worth of loose cookies for a profit of $44,353.

Not a Great Sign: This Orgy Involves a Lot of Pre-Fuck Chanting

Well, this is not promising. The group sex hasn’t even started yet and already half the people in this candlelit chateau are already harmoniously chanting something that sounds like a hundred haunted tubas – which is not the noise anyone least wants to hear while they have their genitals out. Yep, I think I’ve made a huge mistake.

Also, that guy with the mardi gras mask in the corner is clearly filming this with his iPhone. Is no one here concerned about that?

I don’t know that this is the best way to start any sexual encounter, let alone one with multiple partners in a house of cold, cavernous marble halls and incredibly stainable upholstery. Is the chant supposed to be a warning? Or an invocation to the satanic deity of Scotch Guard for protection? I’m so confused.

Seriously, that guy’s not even trying to hide that he’s filming this. The flashlight is on and everything!

When I heard about this orgy I initially figured “Hey, why not? I’m free Wednesday afternoon.” But now that I’m here, taking a look at the fellow participants currently throat-singing a note tuned to a dull erection, I can tell that those are senators’ bodies under those velvet robes. I am really not looking forward to seeing who I get paired off with.

I really assumed you all would give more of shit about allowing photography in here. What kind of clandestine fuckfest is this anyway?

Alright, well, since no one else seems all that bothered by anything that’s happening I guess I’ll just let it go. Y’all can make love with whoever you want and repetitively enunciate whatever sickening noises you can come up. Me though? I’m getting the eyes-wide-fuck out of here before anyone asks me for a password or to do a complex secret handshake with my penis.

And tell that guy with the iPhone to AirDrop me that video. I have a feeling I’m gonna be doing a lot of blackmailing after this.

Metal Singer Practices Screaming Simply By Trying To Have Normal Conversation In A Bar

SALT LAKE CITY — Local Metal Singer Caleb Blackburn recently found that the secret to honing his screaming skills is to attempt to have any sort of meaningful interaction in a bar, multiple sources confirmed.

“I need my voice to be in tip-top shape for our band’s upcoming album. We’ve been building a lot of hype in the local scene and there are upwards of 11 people really looking forward to it,” said Blackburn while smoking his fifth cigarette of the morning. “Bars are the perfect environment to really craft my style. Where else do you have to fight so hard just to be audible that it’s almost not worth the $20 dollar drinks and permanent hearing loss? Sound familiar? Yeah, concerts are the exact same thing. It’s like training for a marathon in Nepal.”

Bar frequenter, Dillon McPherson, was impressed by Blackburn’s commitment,

“I think he was hitting on me, or maybe trying to sell me something. I woke up the next morning with his band’s business card, but the card had lipstick on it. I’m not sure what that means,” said McPherson, dialing the number on the card. “Either way, it was so cool how many times he repeated what he was saying after I couldn’t hear him. I think I said ‘What?’ like 50 times, and when I finally gave up and said never mind, he grabbed me by the shoulders, shook me, and his lips read ‘NO, I NEED THIS.’ Not impressive enough to get me to listen to his music, but I admire the effort.”

The bar owner, Daniela Wolf, is just happy to be helping out artists,

“Caleb came over to me to thank me, I think, but I couldn’t hear a single thing he was saying,” said Wolf, or, at least that’s what she tried to say, but she just mouthed the words. I’m pretty sure she just can’t hear anything anymore. “I listened to old Avenged Sevenfold and Pantera as a kid, so my dream was to create a space where people could feel unheard. I feel like I’ve done that here. The amount of people I see leaving here to go have sex with each other without having heard a word of their own conversation is inspiring.”

At press time, ‘Closing Time” was blaring throughout the bar, and Blackburn headed home in an Uber, where the driver wished he would shut up.

“Breaking Bad” Characters Ranked By How Effective They Would Be as a Spokesperson for the D.A.R.E. Program

Turns out, D.A.R.E. is more than just a t-shirt worn by people who do drugs recreationally. It’s also an education program aimed at deterring kids from smoking pot and snorting cocaine. For some reason, cops are always involved in it too. Weird.

It seems like it takes a lot of gumption or at least a middle school-level education to become an effective and convincing spokesperson for the program. You might also have to know some details about drugs. That’s why we ranked pretty much all characters from “Breaking Bad” by how well they’d handle spokespersonship duties.

50. Jack Welker

Uncle Jack’s swastika tattoo on his neck will only freak out the kids, but it’d make a good impression with the local police force he’d be working with. They’ll mainly want to know if it hurt when he got it, but in a way that asks, “Where can I get one?”

49. Krazy-8

No fully formed adult who cuts the crusts off their sandwiches can convince me that they are capable of functioning in a normal society that has programs meant to deter children from using heroin in fourth grade.

48. Elliot Schwartz 

Elliot is a huge dork. Plus he’s rich. No one is going to listen to guys like that, especially not children or other adults. We see right through their bullshit.

47. Kenny

Kenny is part of Jack’s white supremacist gang who once talked about the urge to “smack the shit” out of a kid when he sees them wearing a bicycle helmet. Childhood safety is just not front and center for this guy.

46. Diane Pinkman

Both of her sons use drugs, so she’s not terribly effective at deterring young people from smoking pot and meth. If anything, she inadvertently encourages it just by her presence.

45. George Merkert

This man is dull as hell. He’s one of those characters on a show who no one bothers to make a “best of” compilation on YouTube. That’s how little impact he had on us. That sort of forgettable quality will carry over into his D.A.R.E. spokesperson duties.

44. Bogden Wolynetz

Talking to children about the dangers of drugs is just like being a proprietor of a modestly successful car wash. At least that’s what Bogdan believes. Unfortunately, these kids are going to be bored the entire time, which will only make the drugs sound more appealing.

43. Donald Margolis

This guy can’t even handle the news that his daughter died. How is he supposed to deal with the stress of giving a speech to elementary school kids?

42. Declan

The Phoenix meth distributor looks like he listens to Joe Rogan’s podcast, so he’ll mainly talk to the children about DMT. Unfortunately, the kids already heard these stories from the police officers who spoke before him because they also like Joe Rogan. These students really can’t catch a break.

41. Clovis

Badger’s cousin operates a towing and vehicle repair service. On the surface that has nothing to do with D.A.R.E. leadership. But if you dig deeper, it still has no similarities. Clovis is out of his element here.

40. Gretchen Schwartz

If anyone is going to get through to these kids, it’s not going to be Gretchen. What a narc.

39. Dr. Delcavoli

Dr. Delcavoli is Walt’s physician and one of the top 10 oncologists in the US. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have many discernible personality traits. If you’re going to be a part of this program you’re going to need a thing the students can make fun of.

38. Patrick Kuby

In 2001, the Surgeon General placed the D.A.R.E. program in a category called “Ineffective Primary Prevention Programs.” This is what Patrick will mainly focus on while promoting the program.

37. Skyler White

All of the kids, parents, and administrative personnel would unjustifiably detest Skyler for some reason, and they’d unrelentingly talk shit about her online. But she’s just doing her best to keep the program together despite others’ attempts to thwart it from the inside.

36. Emilio Koyama

Emilio was Jesse’s original partner as a methamphetamine purveyor before Pinkman went with someone a little more his dad’s age. Not sure how Emilio would handle kids, but he didn’t seem to take Jesse’s departure well. You need emotional intelligence to peddle meth and talk to kids about drugs.

35. Walter White Jr.

Walter Junior goes by Flynn now. It is unclear why someone would go with a worse name as their alias. He can’t be trusted.

34. Eladio Vuente

Being a member of the cartel means you know a thing or two about drugs. Mainly the enterprise side of it. The kids will inadvertently learn about illegal businesses and he will inspire a handful of budding drug lord entrepreneurs in the process. This is not what the D.A.R.E. program is all about. No one knows for sure what it’s exactly about.

33. Marie Schrader

Every garment of clothing Marie wears will be a shade of purple. Even her shoes. This will be distracting. Most of the questions at the end of her presentation will be about her one-note fashion choices. Rightfully so.

32. Christian “Combo” Ortega

Combo thinks this is a pro-drug seminar, so he’ll speak directly to the children about the benefits of meth. While this is effective, it’s not part of the assignment.

31. Carmen Molina

Carmen is the principal of a school. Kids are more likely to listen to the janitor of the school than the leader of it. Unless of course you’re a nerd student. In which case, you’re probably never doing drugs anyway.

30. Group Leader

This guy basically does this kind of thing for fun. However, he’s mainly dealt with adults who are trying to kick drugs to this point. He’ll have a tough road ahead of him if he wants to convince kids to stop using drugs they’re not even taking yet.

Primus and Puscifer to Co-Headline Unbearable Tinder Date Convention

COLUMBUS, Ohio —Notoriously weird bands Primus and Puscifer announced a joint headlining show at an upcoming Unbearable Tinder Date Convention which expects to draw thousands of longwinded men, sources already groaning sarcastically report.

“I am over the moon to be partnering with Primus, the beacons of annoying men everywhere, to share our collective genius with the prestigious attendees of this fine convention,” said Puscifer frontman Maynard James Keenan. “For too long the public has been bereft of our joint sounds, the mingling of ideas, the Venn Diagram between high-concept alternative rock and funk metal. While I am notoriously disgusted with contemporary celebrity culture, I cannot deny my excitement to be working so closely with Mr. Claypool, as he is a legend among stoners and snobs alike. What an incredible opportunity.”

Those who have purchased tickets for the convention are already expressing their excitement for the headlining bands.

“I put $65 to the side every week, which is the money I saved by not going on dates, in order to buy tickets for this convention. I was already excited by the thought of meeting like-minded men who are unlucky in love, but this addition has me over the moon,” said 38-year old Louis Saulter while rearranging his katana collection and taking a hit from a “Rick and Morty” bong. “This is going to give me material to talk over my Bumble date about for the next six months, easy. I plan on recording both sets in their entirety and reviewing the footage before meeting any ladies at the local sushi buffet, just so each detail is fresh. She’s going to be an expert on their discographies by the time she walks out on me.”

Relationship counselor Katherine Kowalski provided her expert insight regarding bands of this nature.

“Listen, in my practice, I have a binder of what I refer to as ‘red flag’ bands,” said Kowalski while gesturing to a massively overstuffed three-ring binder. “I spend a lot of time with young people sussing out potential partners explaining to them that any guy who shows up to a first date wearing a Tool shirt is going to be a waste of time. Or any Maynard project, frankly, even though Puscifer is somehow the most palatable of them all. The men going to this convention don’t stand a chance.”

At press time, Saulter was seen livestreaming the daily feeding of his pet iguana.

Punk in Airplane Spots Smokable Cigarette Butt 33,000 Feet Below

OKLAHOMA CITY — Punk fan Tamara Washington recently saw a perfectly smokable cigarette butt on the ground from more than 33,000 feet in the air while on flight UAL2226 from Newark to Los Angeles, according to impressed and slightly concerned sources.

“I saw it clear as day. It was definitely a Marlboro Red, Camel, or maybe even USA Gold. Something with a brown filter,” said Washington as she drew anarchy logos all over the safety instructions brochure. “I can see cigarette butts from miles away, even at night. I also smell beer open cans for a three-block radius, and hear spare change from even further than that. My friends say I’m like a punk rock superhero, but fuck that shit. ASAB, all superheroes are bastards.”

Wilfred Darius sat next to Washington on the cross-country flight.

“What’s crazy is she wasn’t even in the window seat.” said Darius while desperately trying to get more air to come out of his pointy little vent. “She was restless the whole flight, constantly drumming on her lap and asking me if I had any games on my phone. A of a sudden she nearly lept out of her seat, leaning over me and staring at the earth below with wide-eyed excitement. She said there was nearly half a cigarette on the ground down there, and it wasn’t even wet or anything. I don’t know if she expected the plane to turn around so she could grab it, or if she’s going to make her way back there after we land, or what.”

United Airlines flight attendant Germaine St. Lawrence says that punks have become a nuisance-in-the-sky in recent months.

“I’ve been doing this a long time, and I’ve never seen anything like it,” said St. Lawrence while passengers waited for him to stop blocking the aisle with the beverage cart so they could pee. “They’re pasting fliers in the bathroom, setting up squats in the emergency aisle, and there was even a full-blown show one night. How they got that many instruments through security and onto the plane is beyond me. And frankly, I know they didn’t pay for all those plane tickets themselves.”

At press time, Washington was seen making her way towards a half-eaten sandwich in the garbage just outside baggage claim.

Opinion: Son, I Love You, But I’m Going To Need You To Stop Saying “Sweet Beans”

Son, you know that I love you, but we need to sit down and talk about something. The language you’ve been using around the house is upsetting both your mother and me. We just can’t ignore that you keep saying “sweet beans” in front of us.

Look, I understand. I’m sure I said plenty of wild things when I was a kid. I used to think things were “dope,” “the bomb,” or even “wicked” when I was visiting my friends at Emerson. Hell, I can still remember when the 2007 classic “Hot Rod” came out. My friends and I said “cool beans” for weeks after that, but it stopped there. We never let it get this bad. There’s a line, and I think you’ve crossed it.

I’m just worried this could lead to more embarrassing phrases. I don’t want this to find its way into significant moments in your life that you’ll later live to regret. Son, I dream of the day you’ll get married, and we get to watch your bride walk down that aisle. But so help me God, if you say “My Wife” in a Borat voice on that day, I promise you, I will take you out of the will faster than you can say “Shagadelic baby!”

I know you were probably just getting carried away, but we need to nip this in the bud. I remember when I was your age. Skateboarding was really big, and people would make videos doing tricks and stunts. Long story short, I thought it would be a good idea to light my buddy’s skateboard on fire and film him as he jumped through a hula hoop, which was also on fire. Needless to say, it didn’t end well, and that’s why your Uncle Tommy wears hats a lot. But my point is, it’s easy to take things too far, and this is kind of like that, except what you’re doing is kind of worse in my eyes. Like, it’s just really uncool.

Anyway, I think you get what I’m saying. So, good talk, son. Sweet dreams. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. And for the love of everything holy, don’t accidentally AirPlay whatever it is you’re looking at on Reddit to the TV again. We just want to watch “Love Is Blind” in peace and enjoy the illusion that you’re still our sweet little boy.

California Passes Law Requiring Seven Day Waiting Period to Obtain Podcast Equipment

SACRAMENTO, Calif. — Governor Gavin Newson signed a historic bill that would require all residents to undergo a seven-day waiting period before purchasing podcast equipment, government officials confirmed.

“Today we finally say enough is enough. Too many Californians have been victims of low to mid-tier podcasts by hosts who honestly are not educated enough to spout their opinions at small gatherings. By enacting a seven-day waiting period and background check, we can ensure that mixing boards and high-end microphones stay out of the hands of alpha bros and the mentally ill,” said Governor Newsom. “I hope other states will look to California as it leads the nation in preventing flat earthers, anti-vaxxers, and disgraced right-wing radio hosts from obtaining podcast equipment and dragging down our county’s average IQ level.”

The mother of a recent victim of podcast equipment being in the wrong hands was grateful something was being done.

“I didn’t think my David would be capable of such atrocities. All he wanted to do was start a movie podcast with his friends, so I bought his first microphone and a Switcher subscription. Next thing I know he’s spending thousands of dollars building a studio and getting sponsored by testosterone pills. Worst of all his ‘podcast’ devolved into rants against female superheroes,” said Ellen Murphy. “I hope this law will protect other families from having their lives destroyed, because now my son is canceled, unemployed, and living in my basement.”

The CDC began tracking podcast proliferation three years ago, and said the California law is an important step in mitigating shitty opinions.

“It’s important to reiterate that all Americans have a constitutional right to free speech and that there are thousands of responsible and entertaining podcast hosts in this country. However, unfettered access to powerful high-quality USB microphones has led to any asshole with a half-baked idea to record whatever spews out of their mouths,” said Kayla White. “California’s podcast law will definitely stem the tide, but some states are going in the opposite direction. Recently, Texans were allowed to conceal and carry those tiny microphones, which has led to a 300% increase in douchebags approaching women in the street and demanding to know their body count.”

Governor Newson also said the law permits California municipalities to implement buyback programs, allowing citizens to anonymously surrender podcast equipment to keep them off the streets.

Every Phantom Planet Album Ranked Worst To Best

This album ranking piece may cause you to disappear, devastate the ozone, murder someone to see if you can resurrect ‘em, rebrand your persona, and invite everyone you know to a party that doesn’t exist. Yes, Phantom Planet has more than one song, in fact they have many, and no, “The Guest” isn’t their only album, and “California” isn’t their only song. And yes, well-known nepo baby Jason Schwartzman was their drummer for nearly a decade in their early years, but we aren’t going to focus on that. People in and outside Orange County love the eff this creative and oft-slept upon group to everyone but you; something is wrong here, but it’s nobody’s fault but YOUR own.

5. Phantom Planet Is Missing (1998)

Debut albums are tough to be objective about, but if both PP and Kara’s Flowers hopped into a Time Machine and saw where they ended up 2002 and beyond, no one would be missing, amirite? Adam Levine needs to get a tattoo of this album’s cover art on his lower back stat! Anyway, “Phantom Planet Is Missing,” the band’s lone ’90s LP, is a fun listen front to back, and quite impressive because everyone in the band were just kids, but it sadly doesn’t hold up to the rest of their catalog, which isn’t a bad thing, as the band truly progressed and improved! Don’t get down on us for spilling the tea about this disjointed listen that is slightly all over the place, and don’t get down on 1998’s Phantom Planet because they were young and impressionable; to butcher Less Than Jake, “that’s the impression that we get”.

Play it again: “The Local Black And Red”
Skip it: About ⅓ of this LP

4. Devastator (2020)

Like we said, debut albums may be tough to be objective about, but comeback albums are even crazier to spout rhetoric about, especially when it is regarding a band’s first LP in twelve years, making said record delay just one year shy of a Bar Mitzvah boy’s lifespan and almost as shy as he is on the dance floor with pungent cocktail shrimp breath. Still, the opening track “BALISONG” is quite a song, and enough of a reason for said LP to be ranked higher than the band’s debut studio album; through the trees, you may soak us in either Gold or Axe rank spank bank Hoobastank body spray for publicly saying such in such an incredible outlet, but like demigod Rivers Cuomo once sang in a posthumous ballad, “You know you’re wrong.” In closing, this album’s cover art is badass, and we don’t know what “ROTK” means.

Play it again: “Balisong”
Skip it: “Gold Body Spray”

3. Raise the Dead (2008)

Fueled by Ramen Records had quite a stronghold on the globe in 2008 with acts like Fall Out Boy, Panic (without an exclamation point) at the Disco, Paramore, and pop punk mainstays Bell Biv DeVoe leading the charge on or around TRL, so it seemed that Phantom Planet was destined for stadiums by signing with said label, but it just wasn’t in the cards for the band, and “Raise the Dead” became their lone FBR release before a hiatus the very year it was released. Pity. As they often do, eventually this record became a cult hit amongst dorks and ultra-dorks alike yearning to do the panic in or outside their great aunt Marla’s basement; yes, all of these dweebs shared the same great aunt and/or a great aunt named Marla. If you want to help this record’s legacy, literally raise the dead and spin it now.

Play it again: “Leader”
Skip it: “Confess”

2. Self-Titled (2004)

Phantom Planet’s third and self-titled LP without question lost many jabberjaw fans with their new dirty garage influence, but we will die on this hill: This record is one of the more slept-upon records of the aughts. Producer Dave Fridmann, who previously sat behind the boards for four hipster bible albums: Mogwai’s gold-certified “Rock Action,” Sparklehorse’s slowcore classic “It’s a Wonderful Life,” The cool (The) Flaming Lips classic “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots,” and most/least importantly, the soundtrack to “The Passion of the Christ”; Jesus. If you still don’t get why we place this album in such high regard, spin tracks 1-4 right now, and realize that your crappy band could never even. Zombies may have eaten your neighbors and attention span, but PP’s self-titled effort should provide full bellies and Adderall for those focusing on shiny lights.

Play it again: “Badd Business”
Skip it: “You’re Not Welcome Here” purely because it isn’t welcome on Spotify or Apple Music for some reason

1. The Guest (2002)

Before we discuss whether you dumbos believe that “The Guest” is a sophomore slump or comeback of the year, of which you should know the correct answer to, we must say two things: 1) The bassline for “Lonely Day” rivals many James Jamerson basslines, and that is a not hyperbole. 2) The current Phantom Planet lineup which includes Alex “I Was In Donnie Darko” Greenwald on vocals/rhythm guitar/various other stringed and non-stringed instruments, Sam “I Am In Maroon 5” Farrar on the aforementioned bass, Darren “I Am Not Mrs.” Robinson on lead guitar/oohs, and Jeff “Big City Rock In A Bigger City That Has A Lot Of Freeways But Nothing Free” Conrad. Also, “The Guest” is a “play it again” album as a whole sans any “skip it” tracks, and “Tchad” is a weird way to spell a name regardless if it’s for a Blake or not.

Play it again: Fox television programming in it’s prime
Skip it: Fox News always