On most counts, I agree with you. But plain white bread is the perfect choice for this sandwich because it serves the role of tofu. It takes on the flavor of the tomato, mayo, salt & pepper. You don’t need to compete with that perfection. You just need a vehicle.

Listen, ya wacky Brit. I out-geezer you by two years. So quit with the condescension, and enjoy your rigged, unfair, didn’t-turn-out-the-way-you-wanted BREXIT.

AGHHHH you can’t even vote in our elections and you’re bitching this much?!?! THE WORST

Political parties are under no obligation to have a small-d democratic process in place. If I start the “Smoke-Filled Room” party tomorrow and our only rule is that a secret group of people (you don’t get to know who...ok, it’s me and my dog) picks our candidate in a smoke-filled room, that’s legit. And if enough…

But, you are missing the point. Bernie is a white male. Yes, he’s Jewish, and that would be a first and cool and things, but he’s still a white male who has been in politics for years. Further, he ran specifically, via his own words, for the white working class. He said this himself.

Given that they’re between 16 and 11, I have to be happy that they’re bathing at all. Boys that age are still figuring out the basics of personal hygiene.

My sons all use Axe and the names on their body wash and shampoo are straight-up nuts. It’s like a collection of XBox Live usernames.

I just have my wife hose me down in the backyard once a week, so this has not been an issue.

There arent even cards to fill out anymore, man! I’ve done it online or when getting a drivers license. There’s literally zero excuse. Oooh girl it sounds like you need to check your kid! I’ll be damned if my kids tried telling me how to vote and didn’t even know their registratiom status! Big whatever to that!

You can’t vote by tweeting.

Where’s the “Extra Support for Giant Boobies” section? Because none of these are gonna cut it.

I wanna be pals with that Michelle Gregg.

Coins are for poor people. What do rich people flip?

Ben Carson.

How about when you get it over your head justfar enough to FUCKING MUFFLE YOURSELF. And have to kick the wall for help?

Secaucus Syndrome. It’s like Stockholm Syndrome but louder!

I’ve had “do you know who my father is?”. My respnse, “no, but I’m assuming if he’s gotten far enough in life that you think I should, he probably knows how to do some work”.

yesterday the pussy posse, today the wolf pack, tomorrow wild hogs 2.

Or maybe if you’re all 40, you just don’t name your friend group and call it a day.

I’d have patients tell me they “knew a lawyer” before they told me why they were seeking medical care that day. “Oh sure, I’ll be sure and not kill you accidentally then. I’ll reserve that for the poor slob in the room next door who is not as legally connected.”