And we’re back.
BAHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA BAHHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA BAHHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA-BAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
There’s so much more judgment to do, dear readers.
Flex your bitch muscles. It’s Emmys time.
Happy hungover Sunday! Let’s stare bleary-eyed at pretty things.
Go stand near a body of water and put your hand on your hip. BOOM! You’re ready for the Cannes photocalls.