Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The "Slight Glitch With Obamacare" Edition
RILEY: Great, the Russian guy next door is wandering around in his underpants again. And it's that venerable pair that was clearly manufactured to meet the highest standards of Brezhnev-era quality control.
RILEY: Oh...it's you. Think you've come to give me my pill, do you?
RILEY: Think again! You're not getting that vile thing anywhere near my mouth. Now shoo, biped! Begone with you!
RILEY: Um. Little help here...?
MOONDOGGIE: It's just so hard for me to find a comfortable position!...Ahhh, there we go. Perfect.