Rebekah Kuschmider

Today’s #FurballFriday is brought to you courtesy of my children.

Anyone who has ever lived with a dog knows the joy of having your best friend greet you at the door every time you come home. Or return from getting the mail. Or walk out of the shower.

This weekend, presumptive Democratic presidential nominee Hillary Clinton decided to get off the stump and go for a nice walk with several thousand of her best friends. Specifically, LGBTQ friends. More specifically, she hit the streets of NYC to join in the annual Pride parade. She is the first presidential candidate to ever do this.

If you owe the feds a tax payment and don’t want to pay by check or e-transfer, you can make a cash payment in person at 7-11 stores. This is incredibly helpful for people who don’t have bank accounts or credit cards — or people who need to get taxes paid locally, at a spot near public transportation.

If you ever wanted proof that the moral arc of the universe always lands in the right place, we have only to consider the fate of internet shock-jo

Hopeful readers, may I present to you, the three-time mayor of Cormorant, Minnesota: DUKE!

It’s all the fun of getting new stuff without all the hassle of driving, parking, going into a store, experiencing sensory overload, and walking out with a bag full of items that closely resemble items you purchased the last time you decided to go shopping.

Brace yourselves, folks. I may be about to present you with the best news of 2016: ice cream for breakfast can make you smarter!

A judge in Oklahoma dismissed a case involving sexual assault of a drunk 16 year old girl. Allegedly, the girl was so intoxicated that she had to be carried to the boy’s car and witnesses say she was in and out of consciousness in the car. She was later brought to a family member’s home, still unconscious. The family member had her taken to the hospital where her blood alcohol level was tested at .34 and DNA from the boy was found around her mouth and on the back of her leg.

There’s more backstory to all of this, I’m certain, but I’m a 42 year old white lady who listens to show tunes on the treadmill, so hip hop beefs are a little over my head.