No movie’s going to spill his macchiato, that’s for sure.

I have too much respect for cars to abuse one on a one-block trip to the corner store with precarious parking situations. And exercise is good for you.

Okay, so the “Film yourself with headphones on in a corner of your house spouting off about whatever comes to mind” genre has reached the phase where it eats its own ass. Good to know.

Welcome to late stage capital, my dude. Where ubiquitous credit means prices on all kinds of necessities can skyrocket well above what any average person can save. On the one hand, it means we can fight cancer and afford to build Teslas and houses with central air. On the other hand people will fuck up all the monthly…

I once almost got killed as a pedestrian in a crosswalk in the pouring rain. Elderly female driver took a hard right straight in front of me as I was nearly in the middle (she took that turn just a touch wide, eh) and then screamed at me to look where I was going as she sped off.

I’m kinda worried about that first car, too. Like, it was completely submerged. “Why are you doing that? Breathing out your final breath as a stream of bubbles captured on live television? Ugh, idiot.”

Comes complete with a chromebook, a roll of quarters and an Ikea catalog. Good luck in college! We’re all so proud of you.

Even the car is crying.

“I don’t really think you need a task force to know that we have racism in America, we have racism in Illinois or that there’s racism that exists in the city of Chicago and obviously could be in our department,” Mr. Emanuel said.

I think I’d prefer an Ass-Congress that Does Nothing to a Congress full of Do-Nothing-Asses.

I know sociopathy gets trotted out a lot these days, but I have to wonder if it’s applicable here. Viewing others as mere objects for his amusement, inflated sense of self, believing that he’s doing important research when he’s just violating people.

Because apparently Foos’ privacy and consent mattered a lot more to Talese than that of his victims.

I’m just relieved his wife was a living human being and not like a care bear doll or something.

It would certainly explain the “I’ve lost my wife and I’m in pieces, oh there she is, hiding behind the cups! Hey and she wants to give you a discount on pies!”

HOW DEEP DOES THE RABBIT HOLE GO?!

If it becomes mathematically impossible for him to win the nomination, does he have to drop out? If he can retain his staff and the DNC doesn’t bar him from it, I’m wondering if he’ll try to stay on as a gadfly to keep driving Clinton to the left for as long as the money allows (basically the point of his candidacy to…

talk about small hands, Cruz needs to find a tailor yesterday

Also seriously Hartford is about as nice as living in a walk-in fridge with a violent felon.

Hey! Getting hit by a car ain’t so bad. I mean, sure, it sucks most of the time, and the food isn’t great, but you get some R&R and some pretty amazing drugs and some of the nurses are pretty cool. Way better than living in Orlando, that’s for sure.

They’ve really boned themselves good and proper with this. Refuse to confirm him and become despised by the 80% of the nation that didn’t like them much to begin with (and risk a vengeful Hillary nominating a much stronger liberal or Trump nominating his golf caddy). Come to their senses and confirm him and become…