Eh. Think of what could have been.
Eh. Think of what could have been.
Creepiest. Smile. Ever.
IT’S THE MOTHERFUCKING HELLMOUTH AND NOBODY (With the exception of my Watcher, Mr. Giles) CAN TELL ME DIFFERENT!
Yeah but the whole point was not to upstage Pippa, and it looks like it was a success, because she could blend in with the drapes in that thing.
That was my favorite part of working for the TSA, back in the day. The only perk, really.
If they did they would’ve found three different Marilyn Monroe wigs
6-foot-8 dude hiding in the curtains, or anywhere for that matter. This has to be a script for a political farce, but I ain’t laughing.
As a very active President with lots of things happening, it is not possible for my surrogates to stand at podium with perfect accuracy!....
We’ve been spite-crafting headshots of Spicey and adding sticks to them plus weatherproofing to put in bushes all over after work. BEST CRAFTING EVER.
If I saw that goddamned bear looking through my door I’d be making brownies too.
Did you happen to catch Twitter COO’s response?
Every single time I read the name “Andrew Wakefield” I assume he’s a Sweet Valley High character and not a real person. Which is probably fitting seeing that his vaccination theory is complete fiction.
It happened before that as my original comment was grey. But I do thank you for taking pity on a once approved now lost soul.
Press Secretary to Dolt 45 has got to be one of the worst jobs in the world. Imagine trying to explain yesterday’s crazy pants interviews. No wonder he didn’t take questions.