I haven’t had any coffee yet and I’m starting the day cranky.
If I have to see & hear one more of these sorry-ass IMAGINE sing-a-long deals I might just start screeching like a Yoko Ono solo.
What I want to imagine is no Hollywood narcissists screaming for attention because their ChiKnees paymasters were to inept or too venal to keep the damn Bat Plague under control.
Keep your social distance in the cements, Spartans.
I can’t imagine any of you not posting…
(Philly is on a roll. The rest of you better up your games…)