If even an 80-minute movie is too long for you right now, there’s always Quibi. The “quick bites” streaming service, where every episode is 10 minutes or less, launches on Monday, April 6. Stay tuned for our write-up of what to watch (whether because it’s good, or because it’s very weird) on Jeffrey Katzenberg’s $1.7 billion gamble, but until then, Quibi has released a trailer for one of its more intriguing shows: 50 States of Fright.

The horror anthology series from executive producer Sam Raimi, the mastermind behind the Evil Dead series and the original Spider-Man trilogy (as well as the upcoming Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness) “explores stories based on urban legends from Colorado, Florida, Iowa, Kansas, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Oregon, and Washington taking viewers deeper into the horrors that lurk just beneath the surface of our country,” according to Quibi. The first season will have seven episodes (hence the seven states), which means Fright will have to run at least seven seasons (with a bonus episode) to cover all of America. Unless it’s a Sufjan thing, and the gimmick gets abandoned after two seasons. Either way, I can’t wait for the Florida episode.

The cast includes Rachel Brosnahan, Travis Fimmel, Christina Ricci, Jacob Batalon, Ming-Na Wen, Taissa Farmiga, Asa Butterfield, John Marshall Jones, Ron Livingston, Victoria Justice, Karen Allen, and James Ransone. Watch the trailer above.

Playboi Carti was arrested on gun charges in Georgia’s Clayton County Thursday after a traffic stop led to the discovery of three guns, as well as 12 bags of marijuana, codeine, oxycodone, and Xanax, according to The Atlanta Journal-Constitution.

Carti, whose real name is Jordan Carter, was stopped for expired registration tags, but once the guns and drugs were found inside the Lamborghini, Carter and another man, Jaylon Tucker, were both arrested and taken to the Clayton County jail.

Carti was set to headline Texas’ JMBLYA festival this spring, but the festival was postponed due to the COVID-19 coronavirus outbreak. Carti was most recently in headlines when his and girlfriend Iggy Azalea’s rental house was burglarized for $366,000 worth of jewelry in November.

It’s been around two years since the release of Carti’s last album, Die Lit, but the genre-bending ad-lib genius hasn’t been completely quiet while workin on the heavily anticipated follow-up, Whole Lotta Red. He appeared on one of 2019’s biggest hits, Tyler The Creator’s “Earfquake,” with a verse that even Tyler wasn’t able to completely decipher. He also appeared alongside Solange on “Almeda,” with fellow Atlanta rapper Young Nudy on Nudy’s “Pissy Pamper,” and on Mustard’s Perfect Ten track “Baguettes In The Face” with A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie and Nav.

Read The Atlanta Journal-Constitution’s report on Carti’s arrest here.

After the death of Chuck McGill at the end of season three, I didn’t really understand why Better Call Saul needed to keep Harry Hamlin (Patrick Fabian) around anymore, much less allow him to continue on as a series regular. I assumed after Chuck’s death that Hamlin would beat a hasty retreat from the series, just as Chuck’s assistant Ernesto has (where is Ernesto, anyway?)

Hamlin, however, has managed to stick around, and Peter Gould and the writers have quietly played the long game with his character, who has a minor role but an increasingly outsized influence on the storyline. Season four, which came in the wake of Chuck’s death, was basically set-up for what came at the end of this week’s episode, “JMM.” What season four needed to establish, so far as Hamlin was concerned, was two things: (1) To show that Howard blamed himself for Chuck’s death, after having forced him to retire because his insurance premiums went up (never mind that Jimmy was responsible for those increased premiums); (2) To demonstrate that — thanks to a tough love speech from Jimmy — Howard eventually pulled himself out of an emotional black hole, and his firm out of a financial one.

That brings us to season 5, where Hamlin’s appearances have been sporadic but crucial. In season 5, Hamlin is back on his feet and successful, and I think that Hamlin attributes a little of that to Jimmy’s tough-love speech, but also in his own ability to forgive himself for Chuck’s death and move on. But Jimmy doesn’t want Chuck to forgive himself for Chuck’s death, because the only way Jimmy has been able to avoid responsibility for what was clearly more his fault is by allowing himself to believe that Howard was responsible. Jimmy does resent that Howard feels compelled to offer him a job, but Jimmy is more resentful of the fact that Hamlin has managed to move past Chuck’s death.

Crucially, however, Hamlin is also Jimmy’s relief valve at the moment. Jimmy is under an immense amount of strain from Nacho, Lalo, and the cartel, as well as his tumultuous relationship with Kim, and he has no outlet for it. He obviously wants to be honest with Kim now, as a part of their marriage/legal arrangement, but even that feels stressful for Jimmy, who had to interrupt a rare moment of physical affection with Kim to shamefully confess that the cartel has him over a barrel.

Notice how, in that moment, however, that Jimmy was hoping against hope that Kim might surprise him and approve of his relationship with the cartel and the potential money it would bring. He craves approval. He did with Chuck. He does with Kim. Only Howard, his sworn enemy, has really offered it. Howard’s presence, moreover, has allowed Jimmy to be occasionally be Jimmy. Bouncing bowling balls off of Howard’s car, and framing him up with prostitutes are the kinds of scams that Slippin’ Jimmy loves to pull off.

But those moments or relief aren’t enough for Jimmy, and in this week’s episode, Howard’s earnest, nice-guy schtick finally sets Jimmy off, not because the schtick is fake, but because it is genuine. Ultimately, that’s what upsets Jimmy the most: Howard may be a corporate schmuck, but he’s a good person. Jimmy, however, needs for Howard to be a slimy, corporate weasel he can pin Chuck’s demise upon, and the nicer that Howard is to him, the more Jimmy feels guilty not just about his brother’s death, but about putting all the blame on Howard for it.

Indeed, when Howard approaches Jimmy again at the courthouse this week and re-ups the offer, even after knowing what Jimmy did to him, Jimmy loses it.

“Jimmy, I’m sorry you are in pain,” Howard says to him, which is doubly painful for Jimmy because Howard is the only person who sees his pain, including the woman he just married. Jimmy had no other choice but to throw it back at him. “You kill my brother, and you say you’re sorry?”

This is when Jimmy completely loses it. Make no mistake, however. It isn’t about trying to hurt Howard. It isn’t about trying to embarrass Howard. It’s about Jimmy trying to convince himself that Howard is the bad guy, that he really is responsible for Chuck’s death. This is part of a pattern for Jimmy. Whenever he gets too close to acknowledging his own role, he runs from those feelings. The last time, after regaining his bar license by sentimentally acknowledging the influence of Chuck on his legal career, Jimmy ran straight into a new identity. It’s what Jimmy does: He spends much of his time running from Chuck, quieting those memories, chasing away those demons.

I don’t know what role Hamlin has left to play now in Better Call Saul (except possibly as Kim’s future husband), but if Howard has served his purpose, and if he has left the picture, Jimmy will lose his release valve, so that the next time he explodes, it may be Kim — instead of Howard — who becomes his target. Kim already has massive trust issues, dating back to her upbringing. Marriage or not, Jimmy and Kim’s relationship is tenuous and fragile. Kim will not stick around if Jimmy unloads his anger and guilt on her. Howard Hamlin may have been the last shield for their unraveling relationship. With him out of the picture, Jimmy may have no choice but to confront his own feelings. The consequences for his relationship with Kim may be dire.

During a time when the world is full of bad news, there was even more of it to be had this morning: Soul legend Bill Withers passed away at 81 years old. His career yielded some of the most memorable songs of all time and his influence spanned genres and eras, as evidenced by the eclectic and large grouping of artists who have paid tribute to Withers following his passing.

Chance The Rapper took to Twitter to reminisce about listening to Withers’ music, writing, “Aw man, Bill Withers was really the greatest. Grandma’s Hands, Ain’t No Sunshine, Lean on Me, Use Me Up, Just The Two Of Us and obviously Lovely Day are some of the best songs of all time. My heart really hurts for him, it reminds me of playing records with at my grandma’s house.”

Cloud Nothings’ Dylan Baldi shared a similar memory, writing, “i lived in northampton, massachusetts for most of 2015 and ‘menagerie’ was the only cd i had in my car for most of that time. some nice memories. bill withers will always be a legend!”

Withers also got some love from classic artists like Charlie Daniels, Foreigner, and Living Colour.

Check out some more reactions to Withers’ passing below.

The RX is Uproxx Music’s stamp of approval for the best albums, songs, and music stories throughout the year. Inclusion in this category is the highest distinction we can bestow, and signals the most important music being released throughout the year. The RX is the music you need, right now.

Tagging an artist as “experimental” can often serve as a warning sign, regardless of how accurate it is. It’s a term that connotes difficulty, that alerts the listener to a certain amount of work that needs to be put in to gain enjoyment, if something like “joy” is even possible. But it’s also a term that can feel like a hindrance on certain musicians, something that confines an artist to niche circles rather than placing them within the greater context of popular music that they deserve to be.

So when Yves Tumor told Pitchfork in 2017 that “I only want to make hits,” it may have been a surprising assertion from an artist whose early work hardly felt designed for the masses. “What else would I want to make?” Tumor continued. “I don’t mean in a radio sense. I don’t mean, like, Usher hits. I just mean a track or song that people constantly need to play over and over and over and over again.”

That inclination came into focus on Tumor’s third album, 2018’s Safe In The Hands Of Love, which found the mysterious artist reaching a new level of critical and commercial success. On the album, Tumor’s vocals were often held captive deep in the mix, peeking their head out from behind skittering beats and off-kilter rhythms. Tumor’s galactic talent and charisma were the star of his own work, no doubt, but their blood-pumping, organic core felt at home sharing space with his chaotic musical whims. On “Noid,” the song that most foreshadowed his musical direction, vocal assertion was balanced by batshit percussion where beauty and ugliness danced together on a razor’s edge. It’s a brilliant record, full of ideas that were not completely set on a final direction, provocative and difficult while still strangely inviting.

But on Heaven To A Tortured Mind, Tumor takes another huge step forward, and one that puts him at the forefront of musicians that can stand deftly stand in the worlds of art and pop at the same time. First single, album opener, and one of the best songs of this young year, “Gospel For A New Century” sets the table perfectly, complete with a title that signals the ambition on which the song delivers, that Tumor is out to craft monumental music. The pause during the track’s opening recalls a skipping vinyl but quickly morphs into something more lavish, highlighting the record’s interest in duality, be it the past and future, analog and digital, or peace and chaos. Meanwhile, the yearning lyrics resonate particularly in a time when everyone is isolated from the people and things that they love.

And when Tumor begins to sing, it’s a technicolor leap, captivating and almost primal in how evocative it is. The focus on voice is present throughout the album, sounding as if he heard Tunde Adebimpe’s all-timer vocal performance on “Blues From Down Here” and used it as a jumping-off point. In that same Pitchfork interview, Tumor noted at the time that “a voice is important to me. People can understand it so much more than just a cool groove. Sometimes people want to sing along to some shit.” Tumor has essentially known for years where he wanted the music to end up, and seeing it achieve a fully-realized vision is nothing short of a thrill.

Elsewhere, “Kerosene!” deserves its exclamation mark, a sort of modern take on Dark Side Of The Moon that somehow manages to do such a comparison justice. For as masterful as Tumor’s voice sounds throughout the album, appearances here from Diana Gordon or from Kelsey Lu on “Romanticist” elevate their respective numbers to places that Tumor couldn’t get on his own. Sunflower Bean’s Julia Cumming is also stellar on the highlight “Dream Palette,” a song that underscores the album’s infatuation with juxtaposition, where a sonic fireworks display cascades into competing vocals dead-set on sprawling infinitely.

As much as this is the most accessible album in Tumor’s career, it’s by no means easy. “Medicine Burn” finds the artist still pushing his audience’s buttons, with squeals and hisses and relentless percussive noise assuring listeners remain on their guard. As much as the record is stuffed with “hits,” it also doesn’t sacrifice the abrasive core of what Tumor is interested in. As an artist, Tumor thrives on provocation. And the music is just a jumping-off point for a vivid visual component that appears in music videos and live performances. When the world literally feels apocalyptic, it’s almost surprising how much comfort can be found from an artist that stares into the abyss and laughs just to hear the echo. Tumor knows that there is beauty and unity in the most unexpected places, and Heaven To A Tortured Mind feels like literally what its title suggests. It’s hard to find anything close to heaven right now in the world, but in this ideal album for right now, heaven is in every note, every syllable, and every brilliant idea that Tumor has to share. The experimental has never felt so urgent.

Heaven To A Tortured Mind is out now on Warp. Get it here.

Since the beginning of her career at a young age, Taylor Swift has been interviewed on countless radio shows. Now, Swift is flipping the script and trying her hand as a DJ. SiriusXM is launching a new series Home DJ, the first program of which will be Hits 1 N Chill, which taps some of today’s biggest stars to spin some of their favorite tunes on air.

Swift is the inaugural host on SiriusXM’s new series as she takes over the radio service from the comfort of her own home. Swift will be playing the most requested hits as well as her favorite music and providing commentary on the music to connect with fans.

SiriusXM President and Chief Content Officer Scott Greenstein explained the new series in a statement:

“We love to connect fans with their favorite artists, and our Home DJ series will bring some of the biggest names in music into our homes as people look for ways to be entertained. Taylor Swift will lead the way and will be followed by many stars on Hits 1 in the days ahead as they play their favorite music for the channel’s faithful national audience and new listeners too. Our new Stream Free option opens up our channels to anybody who wants some diversion and great music.”

SiriusXM’s Hits 1 N Chill launches 4/3 at noon EST. Listen to it here.

The Rundown is a weekly column that highlights some of the biggest, weirdest, and most notable events of the week in entertainment. The number of items could vary, as could the subject matter. It will not always make a ton of sense. Some items might not even be about entertainment, to be honest, or from this week. The important thing is that it’s Friday, and we are here to have some fun.

ITEM NUMBER ONE — Explain yourself, Gustavo

I usually try to avoid spoiler-heavy discussions of recent episodes of television in the opening section of this column, but there’s no way around it this week. There is an important issue that needs to be discussed. It happened on Monday’s episode of Better Call Saul. I will attempt to explain it in a way that non-viewers will understand, but if you have yet to see the episode and plan to see it, go do that and then come back here.

Okay. For reasons relating to ongoing drug wars and subterfuge, Gus Fring — the ice-cold Chilean drug kingpin introduced in Breaking Bad who runs a chain of fried chicken restaurants as a cover — trashes and blows up one of his locations. The way he did it was wild and involved a kind of Rube Goldberg set-up with a frozen chicken on a sheet pan that was angled down toward a bubbling deep fryer in a kitchen that was filling up with gas rapidly. It was genius and kind of funny and until a few people reached out to me on Twitter about it, I did not see any issue.

But.

BUT.

Let’s jump back to the first episode of this season when Gus was discussing the construction of an industrial refrigerator for his restaurants as a cover for the actual construction of a drug-making superlab. Someone makes the mistake of referring to it as “a freezer.” This offends Gus Fring deeply, for reasons explained in this screencap, which I am including as evidence.

It will never not delight me that Gus takes such pride in the food at his restaurants even though their primary purpose is to give him cover to transport a massive amount of drugs through the American Southwest. He probably earns, what, five percent as much at these restaurants as he makes moving drugs for the cartel? Less? I am not joking when I tell you that I think about this as much as I think about, like, planning for my retirement.

Anyway, you see where this is going, right? Gus says his chickens are never frozen. And yet, when it came time to blow up his restaurant, he marched right into his cooler and pulled out a frosty bird. More evidence.

There are, as far as I can tell, three possibilities at play here.

• Possibility Number One: Gus Fring is a damn liar.
• Possibility Number Two: Gus Fring is not a liar and he froze this chicken special and by itself for the sole purpose of blowing up his restaurant, which is backed up by the fact that there is clearly only one chicken on a cling-wrapped sheet pan on the shelf.
• Possibility Number Three: I am thinking too much about this, by a lot.

Right now, after almost a full week of thought, I’m leaning toward a combination of numbers two and three. Part of my reasoning is the thing about the chicken being alone on the individually wrapped sheet pan. If he was freezing all of his chickens, he could have just pulled one out of the pile. No, this was planned out very deliberately. I like to think he spent no less than 25 minutes selecting the chicken he would use for the arson. The man is nothing if not meticulous.

The other part of my reasoning is that, for some reason, I don’t believe that Gus — a notorious drug dealer and murderer who may or may not have committed a number of war crimes in his native country before fleeing to America — would lie about or take shortcuts with the preparation of the food at the restaurant he runs to hide his lucrative narcotics business. Is that weird? Is it weird that I’m willing to accept him as a cold-blooded killer and criminal but not as a man who tries to pass off frozen chicken as fresh? I don’t think it is, which is itself pretty weird. Gus Fring has respect for a quality product. It’s the same with his meth and his chicken. It’s why he eventually brings in Walter White. The man demands the best and there are consequences for failing him.

Still, though. The chickens are “never” frozen? That’s been proven false. A more accurate statement would be “our product is never frozen unless I need to stage an explosion to blow up the restaurant as part of ruse involving my hated partner and nemesis in the drug cartel that employs me.” I guess that’s a bit of a mouthful, though. I’ll cut him a little slack, mostly because I’m terrified of him.

Look at this guy. Come on.

Freeze all the chickens you want, buddy. Just please do not hurt me.

ITEM NUMBER TWO — A perfect song

Adam Schlesinger passed away this week from complications related to the coronavirus. I’ll leave the eulogies to the people who were more familiar with his entire body of work, but it is important to note here and everywhere that the Fountains of Wayne frontman wrote the titular song from That Thing You Do!, a perfect little song in a mostly perfect little movie. It’s not just that the song was relentlessly catchy on its own, in the way that timeless pop songs often are. It was that the entire movie hinged on the song being relentlessly catchy. No pressure or anything.

My colleague Josh Kurp wrote a lovely tribute to the song this week that said all of this better than I have or can. Let’s blockquote him:

The drums! The harmonies! The hook! The bridge! Every time I hear it, I turn into Liv Tyler running down the street, losing her mind when she hears the song on the radio. “That Thing You Do!” sounds effortless, but it’s not like “I Want to Hold Your Hand”-level bops come out of nowhere; Schlesinger had to write a song from another era that you hear multiple times in its near-entirety, and if it wasn’t instantly irresistible and you didn’t believe it was the biggest song in the world, the entire movie would fall apart. (It’s one of the reasons, among many, that Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip failed: the in-show sketches were supposed to be funny; they weren’t. Unlike 30 Rock, where “Fart Doctor” is intentionally awful, and therefore, hilarious.) “That Thing You Do!” was a 1960s song written for a 1990s movie that still sounds great in the 2020s. It’s timeless.

This is all correct. Let’s play this song all weekend. And a bunch of Schlesinger’s other songs. And let’s also try to remember to be better about honoring people while they’re alive, too. While they’re around to hear it. Tributes are great. Celebrations are better. I know it’s hard to think about that now, but try letting someone you admire know how important their work has been to you. Do it this weekend. Do it today. You never know, you know?

ITEM NUMBER THREE — Please kneel before the Queen of America

Ina Garten is the greatest. This much we knew already, although the video embedded above is a nice little refresher. Just the Barefoot Contessa quarantined at home in the Hamptons and mixing up a cocktail as big as her entire head. It’s perfect and beautiful. She’s one part Queen of America and one part everyone’s fun aunt, which I believe makes all of us second-tier princes and princesses, the kind that have money and jewels and castles but no actual responsibilities. The best kind. Queen Aunt Ina rules the land with her giant cocktails. The people love her and she loves the people.

This also gives us a great excuse to go back and read Choire Sicha’s wonderful profile of her from 2015. Does it give you some background on her rise to fame? It does. Does it feature hilariously alpha quotes from Martha Stewart? Yes, plenty of them. Does it include a number of paragraphs about her husband Jeffrey, a fascinating man who may or may not have secrets? I am pleased to report that it does. Here, look:

Jeffrey appears in the show as comic relief, a bumbling Jew doing big shtick. Ina likes to use the hashtag #drunkhubby to describe him on Instagram. In the season eight premiere, they’ve rented a house in Napa, so that, ostensibly, Ina can get away and Jeffrey can write a book. There is a whole subplot in one episode that amounts to absolutely nothing, in which Jeffrey, having flown in for Friday night chicken dinner, is filmed driving through the Napa roads. “I hope I can find the rental house,” he says, in an example of how people say everyday, totally acceptable things which then come off on the show — or, to be fair, on all such shows — as flat and deranged and even a little Lynchian. He really hopes he can find that rental house!

Haha, what a silly man. Who is also an extremely successful financial wizard. And again, may or may not have secrets.

Jeffrey Garten is not a bumbling idiot. He finds the house in Napa without difficulty. After all, any reasonably close reading of his resume suggests that he certainly either was, or equally likely was not, working for the CIA in Asia and Latin America for decades.

What a fascinating couple. I want to live in their guest house and observe them for weeks on end. Months, perhaps. Not even for a profile or a documentary. Just for my own curiosity. Especially when you consider this…

“Personally, I’m a big vegetable fan and I have to be very cautious of what I eat and how much I eat of it. And yes, have they had to come up to me and say ‘Chef, you’ve got two more locations today. You cannot have all the enchiladas’? And have they taken them out of my hands? Yes, they have.”

Ahhh, whoops. It appears I have accidentally included a quote from another Food Network icon, Guy Fieri, from a piece in Variety this week. I wonder how that happened? I guess we’ll never know. Or we will know because I will tell you: It happened because the visual of a producer yoinking an enchilada out of Guy Fieri’s hands has been cracking me up for days. Picture his face. He must have been so sad. Let Guy have his enchiladas!

I would pay top-tier boxing title fight PPV prices for a three-hour special where Guy and Ina criss-cross America in a Winnebago.

ITEM NUMBER FOUR — “Ba-wubb-ah bayyyyy-eth”

Two things that are true:

• Maya Rudolph’s pronunciation of the phrase “bubble bath” in character as Connie the Hormone Monstress on Big Mouth is one of the truly great things in the world and we should stop to remember that from time to time
• I have always wanted to see her say it in real life because — like all of the other voice actors on the show — she appears to be having an absolute blast with it

That wish was granted during the Big Mouth quarantine live-read that took place last weekend. Behold, a champion.

You know what? It’s exactly like I pictured it, right down to the puffed lips as she blasts out air on every hard b. I’m so happy and grateful I got to experience this. Dreams do come true.

ITEM NUMBER FIVE — I feel like this will help

Hey, do you like fun things that are probably good? Great, me too. That’s what I am happy to inform you that John Mulaney and Nick Kroll are embarking on a new project: a weekly podcast, in character as the maniacs from Oh, Hello, George St. Geegland and Gil Faison, who they played on Broadway and in a Netflix special and in the above clip, in which Mulaney, as St. Geegland, sets up a prank involving O.J. Simpson prosecutor Marcia Clark and an absolutely mammoth tuna sandwich by saying “You’re about to get the second biggest surprise of your life.”

It’s a good bit. And that’s before you even get to the description of the podcast.

She was the People’s Princess and they were two men who hung out at Duane Reade. But now worlds have collided. From the stars of “Oh Hello, on Broadway” and the video taped version of “Oh, Hello on Broadway” comes a podcast on the life and death of Princess Diana.

Yes, this will do. This will do nicely. We’ve all earned this. Let’s enjoy.

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From Danny:

I was looking for something to watch last week and for some reason your years-old recommendation of The Wine Show on Hulu popped into my head. I have now watched the entire first season of The Wine Show. It’s like televised Xanax. I would be fine with a version of heaven that is nothing but wine experts talking to Matthew Rhys and Matthew Goode about wine gadgets. This is me saying thank you for that.

Yo.

Yes.

YES.

I had forgotten about The Wine Show until I saw Danny’s email. I have now also watched multiple episodes of the show since then. “Televised Xanax” hits the nail on the head. Just two very charming British actors bouncing around Italy tasting wines and cracking jokes and doing poor James Bond accents whenever they try out a new gadget. It is especially wild to see Matthew Rhys in this if you only know him as the perpetually sad Russian spy he played on The Americans. He’s bearded and giggling and having the best time throughout the entire show. Total goofball, complete 180 from Philip Jennings.

Highest possible recommendation. Watch The Wine Show.

AND NOW, THE NEWS

To the Northwest!

A man was arrested Sunday after leading troopers on a high-speed chase with his dog sitting in the driver’s seat, a spokeswoman for the Washington State Patrol said.

Hmm. Go on.

The suspect was driving “absolutely recklessly,” and a pursuit ensued at 109 miles an hour, she said. One of the troopers attempted to corner the suspect’s car, looked inside and realized a pit bull was sitting in the driver’s seat while the suspect steered, Axtman said.

More. Tell me more.

Eventually troopers were able to use spike strips to end the pursuit. During the arrest, Axtman said the suspect gave them one explanation: He was “trying to teach his dog how to drive.”

If I were this guy’s lawyer, and if he is reading this please consider this an official offer, like I would blow the inch of dust off my decade-old law degree and fill out the mountain of paperwork to get active, I would make two arguments here: One, how can you charge my client with any traffic offense when the dog was the one driving? Two, how is the dog supposed to get good at driving if we don’t let him practice?

If neither of those work, I’ll start flinging around phrases like “in this economy” and “in these troubled times” until I see one member of the jury start nodding along. I’ve seen every episode of both Law & Order and Franklin & Bash. I can get a hung jury at least on this one. Probably an acquittal. I guarantee it.

Around the time that Florida’s governor finally instituted a stay-at-home lockdown order for the entire state, AEW announced that they were moving their tapings from Daily’s Place in Jacksonville, which is now being used for Covid-19 testing, to an undisclosed location. Now a report has come out that they still ran into some complications, although they apparently had all their ducks in a row.

According to Wrestling Inc, the AEW Dynamite tapings happened at QT Marshall’s Gym in Norcross, Georgia. Yesterday, Georgia state authorities showed up during those tapings and tried to shut them down. However, AEW had apparently already done the paperwork and gotten permission for the tapings, so they were able to continue. The Georgia officials stayed for the rest of the tapings to make sure all the rules were being followed. Am I the only one who’s hoping to see a group of awkward state troopers watching the matches on camera when those episodes air?

Georgia’s full stay-at-home order didn’t start until today, and stays in effect until April 13 (although it likely will be extended longer). AEW was reportedly able to finish their tapings yesterday, and apparently got enough matches in the can to keep airing shows through mid-may. We’ll see what happens after that. It seems likely that whatever they were able to shoot at the gym will be supplemented with at-home segments like we saw from Chris Jericho last night, as well as Jake the Snake’s recent promos.

Lil Baby is one of hip-hop’s hottest rising stars but that isn’t stopping him from kicking himself over missing out on a spot on one of rap’s most viral new releases. Apparently, Drake wanted the My Turn rapper on his new hit “Toosie Slide,” which is already tearing up TikTok thanks to its easy-to-learn dance steps and an early leak that spread the song far and wide before it even got an official release.

Baby explained why he’s not included in an Instagram post sharing a screenshot from Apple Music. The caption reads: “@champagnepapi Sent Me This Song A Month Ago My Dumb Ass Ain’t Send The Verse Bacc!!” However, he didn’t mourn the missed opportunity too much, as “That’s Big Bro We Got Sh*t Comingggggg!!!” Fans of their original collaboration, Lil Baby’s breakout 2018 hit “Yes Indeed,” will likely be on the lookout for that collaboration, especially after their 2020 connection on Future’s “Life Is Good” remix wasn’t quite a full collaboration.

In the meantime, Lil Baby fans seemingly have plenty to look forward to. Despite just dropping his sophomore album a month ago, Baby has already begun teasing future projects, such as his Lamborghini Boys mixtape. He’s also still promoting My Turn with a plethora of videos. Despite missing out on “Toosie Slide,” it seems he’s doing just fine on his own.

Watch the “Toosie Slide” video here.

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