This Week In Nope

Much like a celebrity driving a brand-new Bugatti through Midtown Manhattan, this week we dealt with the consequences of terrible, yet predictable, situations. Following a flight to London, Brian got swept up in a delegation from Mauritius before being forced to surrender to the Heathrow airport authorities as an unregistered foreign agent. Meanwhile, Rachel was on her couch in New York contending with a Twitter pile-on for insulting the appearance and demeanor of Kimberly Guilfoyle. We conclude that we’ve hit peak pop-up in San Francisco, as a bar for humans and rats to intermingle is debuting with a $50 cover charge. Also in San Francisco: a new pogo-stick rental company called Cangoroo purports to help people commute to work by hopping around on vertiginous inclines. Los Angeles real-estate brokers hosted a Hieronymus Bosch-themed party with actors dressed as Adam and Eve and embalmed snakes in cocktails. West End theatrical productions are serving culinary abominations to the audience during live shows. A