"When they finally put you in the ground"

Would they just bury the man already? I swear they ought to make concert style T-shirts that say REAGAN, the Fairwell Tour, with a list of the cities where they've flown his body.

The person I asked to leave the improv group just sent me a l'esprit d'escalier email which mostly served to remind me why she got the boot in the first place. Her esprit was lame as usual. Ugh. Can nothing be put to rest?