Another plus, we won’t have to worry about Florida on election night when it’s underwater.

Whey to go

Your username made me think about a trumpcup where the name was Trump lost the popular vote.

We call that Freedom Foam.

youre thirty-great.

NYT is the whitest and most moderate of white moderates lately.

My favorite is when they call Bill Clinton a sexual predator.. they won’t vote for the wife of a sexual predator but will vote for an actual sexual predator.

I pray that every Toblerone Trump eats jabs him painfully in the soft pallet before leaving a stray bit of toffee stuck in a filling.

I pray for Trump to step on a single Lego every Friday night.

That statement of Oswalt’s resonates with me. I am one of many siblings. My father died when I was very young. Being a rather WASP-y type family in practice, there wasn’t much discussion of his death nor did I feel comfortable asking too many questions as I got old enough to contemplate the situation (eventually…

Bumping this. This is why we don’t feed the trolls, you guys! Once you bring them out of the grays (albeit with your sick burns) you give them the ability to post violent pictures. We had a huge, huge problem with this a couple of years ago and don’t want to go back to those dark ages!

Guys, my (Latino) husband doesn’t know it yet because he’s not home, but our couples Halloween costume is now Nasty Woman and Bad Hombre, this nightmare election is finally giving me something useful.

Hillary should just bring a family size bag of Cheetos and sit it in the front row.

$1600 is steep, but I’m pretty sure I’d do just about anything Dr Karp told me to do. The 5 S’s are like MAGIC.

It should be called whiplash since that’s what my baby does when he sees it. I have to put him in a headlock.

That’s absolutely the perfect description — you should pitch it to them for marketing.

That’s what they call sex.

Now that this story is public, he’ll never ketchup in the polls.

Jesse Watters and Bill O’Reilly are two of the honkiest, racist, most bass-ackwards, shit-talking, cocksucking cracker shitlords on TV.

My two year old runs to the terrace every morning and screams in his thick Queens accent, “Get atta hea!” at the pigeons as if it’s always the first time. Ah, toddlers. Ah, city kids.