So one of my regulars/friends came into the liquor store. She’s my age and she has, for lack of a more descriptive term, an ginormous rack. Like macromastia induced levels. She’s complaining she met an otherwise “quality” guy, but he just wants to f*ck. I think this is an often recurring theme.
The number of people Trump says he'll deport keeps going up. It's now 20 million, 50% higher than the largest estimates of the undocumented population. It's clear sign that distinguishing legal from illegal won't be a priority. They're just going to round up people they don't want to be here.
Richard Simmons and Dr. Ruth were unapologetically themselves despite endless scrutiny. They both brought joy, knowledge, and light to countless folks.
It’s heartbreaking to lose them both today while the cockroach felon lives on.
Maybe the kid was a sexual abuse survivor shooting a child rapist.
Not funny, but as likely as any of the other conspiracies going around.
I dunno, the world exhausts me.
My wife frequently tells me “if you keep reading every sign you see out loud in a funny voice I will slam this car into a building”
My take away is that she thinks I’m funny.
Alex Jones: I have a proposal. We’ll give you your ranch in Terlingua back if you say the event of this weekend was a false flag as often as you did Sandy Hook.
Fiancée is listening to Alkaline Trio and there is a line in a song “shaking like a dog shitting razor blades” and I gotta ask how exactly did the dog get in that situation? I feel like swallowing razor blades would be a death sentence before we even got to the shitting part.