The shithead’s FB page has a “The States Must Correct the Supreme Court” banner.
The shithead’s FB page has a “The States Must Correct the Supreme Court” banner.
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When I saw the headline I thought “CPAC disinvited him because he advocated for adult men banging under-aged girls?!?” I shoulda known it was teen BOYS that made them draw the line.
I’m guessing American Apparel. I had a friend who refused to sign that thing.
What YOU want doesn’t matter. Women are here to be hosts for the offspring of the man. If you don’t want a baby, well then, you’ll deserve it when some nice mans comes along and rapes you. And then you won’t be able to abort (no no no) and he’ll be able to sue you for joint custody.
So, he smashes the glass table to spiderweb chaos every single time any politician talks over the limit? Dear lord, given how much politicians like to talk, the budget for glass tops alone would bankrupt Texas.
I’ve never understood that quote. I am aware, in my bones, every day, how much many men hate me. For instance, this goatfucker from Texas.
It’s my understanding that they are setting up infrastructure — general funds and child care and the like — to help out with this sort of thing.
From the first commercial, for no reason I can articulate, I have hated this show. I’ve never seen it but I hate-read the spoilery review of the pilot and feel like my initial reaction was vindicated. I do not judge those who get their kicks from pain, but it’s not my scene. I’m grateful I’m not the only person who…
“Janie’s Got a Gun.” Not an ex, but def blowing a bad bad man away.
Weary fist bump of commiseration to you (and all of you others, too). My kid is 11 now. And yet I still say, at least once a week, “Thank god I never have to be pregnant again.” (I live in Mass. This goatfucker spittoon scum will not take my abortions from me.)
I embrace my oldness. I listen to vintage blues and never know who the hip fingers are. It’s better for everyone if the boring middle aged mom doesn’t know the hip singers. If I knew them, they would cease being hip. (I’ve totally heard of Adele. And Rhianna. And that lady from person of interest and Hidden Figures.)
If you’re nearby, bring a nice quiche, some good bread, and a salad. No mom doesn’t need food for her kids and it’s one more meal she doesn’t have to make. (And it’s protein rich and good for all meals.) If you aren’t nearby, find a local restaurant that delivers and buy a gift certificate.
I love Liz, I really do. But she’s older than Hillary already. She’ll be unreasonably old in four years. She’s got more power in the Senate anyway and is probably happier there. I hope she does endorse Harris. Or Gillebrand. or Duckworth.
For the love of CJ Craig, who thought this visit was a good PR move? A DC school is NOT going to welcome this particular specimen of homo sapiens. It was inevitable that she’d get protested (frankly, I thought the “mob” was a little small) and that the teachers were going to despise her. Hell, even the rich kids’…
Of course he won’t go! He’s germ-o-phobe and the whole event is full of snot-nosed kids with their spring colds, sneezing and coughing. And the white house lawn is a HILL which is like a ramp and he’s terrified of them (and stairs). Yeah, that’s going to be fun.
I’ve been calling Trump supporter quislings but I’d never realized how much Spicer looks like him. Holy #$@#! All the stars.
Butter as lotion is a detail from the book.
Fist bump. I’m mostly worried about my pre-pubescent daughter, not myself. (“Middle aged overweight bitch” is not a popular category for sex slave.) Come to Boston. I figure the first American Revolution started here and we’re the safest you can get inside the country. And a fairly quick drive to Canada if we need to…
This may be the right crowd for this information. If you have a kid (or just need more rocket and Groot in your life) there a kid’s book that’s halfway between a comic and a radio okay called Rocket Raccoon and Groot Stranded on Planet Strip Mall. There’s an intelligent tape dispenser named Veronica. It’s ridiculously…