Write four lines of prose about: the cheater.
Because, I mean, seriously Lance. You cannot make us forget what you did - and all those years of lying about it which followed - with a weak interview with friggin' Oprah.
In other, much more fun news, Max seems to be back to his usual self.
If, you know, a 10 week old can actually have a usual self.
I know she's cheating. I know it to my very core. There is no other possible explanation for this series of victories - or defeats, if one chooses to see things from my point of view.
The problem, it has become immensely clear to me, is finding a way to prove it.