Ezra, I think this is the equivalent to the pug "rage cage" in the back your car. Star gets to ride up front and pretend she is Koko B. Ware.

Don't question that which is Jay Williams your lord and savior. Without him you writers and so called journalist would still be showing your "articles" to your mommies to get the obligitory pat on the back. Thanks to Jay Man your so called "writing" reaches us Portlanders. Where we have no choice to look at it, cause face it he's good at planting that "newspaper" in sneaky fucking places.

Where are the Rock'em Sock'em Robots?

Jay, I envy your life. (Plus, everyone knows the Sheik would camel clutch the fuck out of Urkel.)