The plea and co-operation agreement indicates that Paul Erickson knew she was a Russian agent and helped her carry out her assignments.

People will be throwing around the T word, but there are no treason indictments in peacetime. The Constitution defines treason very specifically, and even the Rosenbergs were not charged with it. Erickson could, in the worst case, end up being charged with espionage, which can carry the death penalty.

As if there are a lot of people who aren’t. Hell, I’d do a threesome with Jennifer Aniston and Clint Howard.

“See, I think he kind of fantasizes about like a threesome with us. I’m serious! No, I’m serious, he does! And I think he can’t even get it up to pee, much less get it up for three.”

How five pals turned ‘Sex Island’ into a raunchy tourism empire for the rich

“Private parties run throughout the year, but Sex Island is designed for the everyman who can drop $6,000 on a ‘golden ticket’ to a private island in the Caribbean with unlimited booze, food and women ready to satisfy them at any hour of the day.”

Pro football this week.

It was perhaps the most interesting and unpredictable week of the year.

Notable:

The Rams lost

The Patriots lost as Miami pulled of an absolute miracle last-play TD involving a wobbly pass and two laterals.

The Chiefs barely won (overtime)

The Texans and Steelers lost

Tennessee’s Derrick Henry had probably the best rushing performance of the year. He ran for 238 yards and four touchdowns, including a 99-yarder.

No problem. I prefer to do it by hand.

Uranus Examiner ends publication, blaming judgmental people.

Those people must be a bunch of assholes, although in all fairness, they are probably tired of being examined.

“Uranus is an unincorporated tourist spot along historic Route 66 and is known for quirky attractions, including a fudge shop.”

Don’t ask.

I just hope the name of the shop is Fudge From Uranus. I would order the shit out of that.