I guess most bulk food bins over here do have covers.

I’ve nearly gotten hit in the face on the way out the restroom a couple times in the past couple weeks, after years of that never happening. There’s something going on with doors, I tell ya!

Clinton tried that with her “deplorables” comment on “some” Trump supporters. They adopted it as a group identity and rallied around it. If anything it made the situation worse.

In the 80s I worked at a pizza joint that had a jukebox. Much less repetative than a fixed playlist, obviously, but still some records got overplayed, sometimes by a customer picking one or two songs to play over and over during their meal.

Register that domain!

And remember...

If you’re living your life right, you’ve got plungers to match them.

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Because there are no federal agencies focused solely on fried chicken, watermelon, and basketball. Housing assistance is, in Trump’s mind, the blackest thing there’s an agency for, so that’s their box no matter what their actual field of experience and/or expertise.

“Rusty Taco” sounds like slang for period sex.

On some jackets that’s true, but not all.

I’ve had suit jackets with fake front pockets. That’s frustrating enough; I can only imagine what it must be like to not have decent pants pockets as a backup.

Maybe he could negotiate to build a shitload of astronomical observatories there.

Finally a Mac and Me sequel!

Just try and get a second date after that.