He makes me ill.
He makes me ill.
No, that’s a copper cross! It means something totally different than whatever you or anyone else is thinking.
No in paper. A printed document with blank spaces for information to be inserted. A single complicated form! Now we gotcha on the ropes Nieto.
Enrique Peña Nieto you’ll be back! Begging to pay.
Don’t county charity hospitals get federal funding?
Yes. I am dipped clean in the petty waters.
Jackboots and over-bleached roots.
Scared by crowds and strangers introvert here agreeing with you. It was so cathartic and unifying to me to hear the group scream well up and explode here in Chicago. I marched with a group that was warm, funny, welcoming and very diverse.
This story really takes me back to my yute.
Nazis: We would very much like to exterminate you.
Indy hates that haircut too.
Exhibit H. She cannot with the pussy neck.
A reminder from Chris Rock.
We are leaving for downtown Chicago in a few this morning. I will be in the Crybabies with Cancer group. If you see us please say Hi. I have tiny plush kitty cats to give you! Marching in thanks to the Obamacare that saved our lives, and against PEEOTUS who wants us dead. Love and safe travels to all!
Michael has been asked to dance and accepted, we can tune in now.
Donald Trump, I don’t know how kinky you really are but my entire family will poo in your face...FOR FREE.
Ovarian cancer haver here! (Survivor is not what I am, what I am is lucky. 3% live as long as I have- I haven’t done shit. It’s my oncologist and his team and Obama who have allowed me to remain on this planet.)
I love that drunk Paris Renee Zellweger is holding a turkey buzzard dipped in molten silver. Tres chic!
It is a Chicago tradition- self snitchin, self tellin for klout points.