Wait, who the fuck is bringing Miss Piggy in to this?!?

Dance...Dance...Revolution!

Shocking that the police who helped a white teenager fulfill his nazi Rambo fantasy have now “lost” him too.

“On the other hand, you have comments from Ilhan Omar, Nancy Pelosi ... a whole plethora of folks who, while they’re sitting here, have made offensive or dangerous statements as well,”
And those statements would be? They never actually have any details or facts to back up their accusations.

Oh my God I’m totally going to copy-paste that bullshit and “apologize” to my rabidly pro-Trump mother-in-law.

Can’t wait for Poot to implement new emission standards.

They’re co-opting Biden’s shtick. His calls for unity are for the right to get over the lie about a stolen election and to focus on COVID, but the feckless GOP is using it as a talking point to get out of accountability, because when the dust finally settles, there’s going to be a shitload of sedition coming from…

Very insulting indeed.

“is he hot or is he just tall”

Greene is the face of the modern Republican party. They are an alliance of fascists, white supremacists, and conspiracy theorists. This is them. This is who they are.

It looks like a horror show to me. I am laugh crying about the skinned bear in the Gimp suit.

Bear-chick-a-wow-wow!

It feels wrong to star a picture of a wrecked 240 

My X1/9...

My 240Z accident

I had this Nissan 240SX in the mid 00s. I looked far and wide, and found what I wanted: The convertible.

My dad knew the owner of the KFC I applied at, and without provocation, “put in a good word”. The manager was so pissed the owners forced me on her, she flat out tortured me.

My best friend worked at Anchor Blue (teenage clothing store) in the mall, said it was great, and encouraged me to apply. I did, the boss knowing full well that we were best friends. My boss was a ginger-haired British lady named Janine who took her managerial position WAY TOO SERIOUSLY. She was always harping on my…

I don’t have a great horror story but my first real job when I was 18 was grave digger at the local cemetery where we buried homeless people in card board refrigerator boxes. That was horrible in and of itself.

I worked for a blind librarian at the local library. He had enough vision to read a glowing computer screen in a dark office. He was writing his novel on company time (it was a badly written book about baseball and the Civil War). He also liked to sleep in his office, often needing one of my coworkers to come wake him…