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I HAAAAATE that the show made winning a Nobel prize about how all the female recipient cared about was her appearance. Blech.

I know, right?

I’m guessing he’s still mad that I’m the blemish on his perfect record.

Meyers, the actor casting directors call when they need someone both creepy-looking and hard to work with”

A class act. I mean. Wow. 

Oh. My. God.

Obligatory comment (especially in light of Ms. Jackson being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame): FUCK JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE.

I kinda like The Beaverton’s take on the Royal Baby TM

Let me get this straight: A woman who basically stole money from rich people gets 4 years, while a man whose rape of an unconscious woman behind a dumpster was so horrific that a witness cried in the retelling, gets 6 months.

We’re burning the planet all by ourselves already. 

An epic get-off-my-lawn cri de coeur.

“Everyone in this country is so hung up on women having sex and whatever...”

Mr. Mouse went to a very fancy golf club with one of his very rich buddies, along with a few “normal” friends. When the waiter asked where they were from, Mr. Mouse responded “The middle class”.

You know what? If that’s what you needed to get through one of the most (natural) traumatizing physical experiences in human existence, then, you do you. My hat’s off to you for being so organized.

ABSOLUTELY! Do NOT put your dogs on a grain-free diet. It’s causing heart disease that could kill your pet.

You doubling down on your idiocy with the equivalent of “I know you are, but what am I?” Yup. Pretty much what I expected. 

I can just see you googling “black people named Seth”. Dooooood. You’re embarrassing yourself.

Prison toilets during the week. School toilets on the weekends.

Lock ‘em up!