DubiousMcCynic
DubiousMcCynic
DubiousMcCynic

First person to raise their voice loses the argument. 

Right. I’ve noticed (in my travels), that prescription dopers hold their noses over the rest of us pathetic street drug dopers.

Royal typewriter with a cover over the keys, remember? Slappin’ that carriage return. Maybe we’re uncool two space old fuds, but our times had their charms,yes? 

You are correct.  Fat floats. Thus his giant Satchel Ass would force him to float face down. This is how science works.

Let's take his phone, delete his Twitter. This is the due process torture that'll cause him to confess to his pact with Beezelbub. Or, if you prefer, I could bite off his thumbs, your call.

Prez projects feelings onto keyboard: no Happy Ending in sight for country

Mom sez: there’s no bigger whore than a reformed whore

My son and his buds, Mr Bighead Populars all, overheard the girl’s volleyball team discussing and rating their dicks, and dickstyle to an excruciating degree. Talk about getting a complex!

I’m so proud that Daddy's Big Boy got this Perfect Honor on his own without using his family connections. That's called Nepotism and it's Bad.

The whispers about the pee tape...they’ve probably got him in hi def from 6 different angles, none of them flattering. Yes, he’s laundered money for years, and probably considers it his “right” and totally smart business...after all, laws are for the little people. But a close up angle of his dimpled ass, and stumpy

I have a little theory. Trump is scared to death of Russia d/t compromising info (dead whore/ live boy), Putin owns his fat ass. The impeachment train is rolling, the tipping point is approaching. He’s hurrying to fulfill Vlad’s xmas list before he’s tossed out. Say, a toehold in the middle east? Remember, he KNOWS

There was a woman who used to hang out in front of the local grocery store. She had obvious, untreated skin . cancer. Her nasal bones were exposed, as well as the sinus cavity under her left eye. She delighted in staring you dead in the eye, and exhaling cigarette smoke through the hole(s).

If you have to excuse yourself this thoroughly, you’re in the wrong.

He’s patronized and insulted her because she’s a sassy vagina owner. All of his minions are terrified of him, but she is not. The pointed finger brings us joy. Calling him out as Putin's bitch brings us joy. 

 The Blue Hotel, by Stephen Crane.

Yes. Ever read the short story "Roman Fever" by Wharton? I wish I could read it again for the first time.

I got called an asshole for bemoaning this site's lack of political coverage. I was told to go back to Splinter, Haha. Sick burn, yes?

Whoa! Name calling? And the perennial whining about being grey. You’ve jackpotted, my friend. 

Yep, it’s a race to the bottom 

No, I'm not. I remember you from Gawker days. Hey, it's all good. Fiddle while Rome burns, I guess.