“How can we reach women voters? Maybe if we make the voter information packet pink - that’s almost red! - and hand them out in shoe stores? Apply glitter somehow? Free shirtless fireman calendar to go with it?

That’s the terrifying thing. I’m still (mostly) in the “he can’t be elected” camp, but he’s certainly shown us just how much of a current of real, active, malicious hate runs through this nation. We are not as far from fascism as we’d like to think. And I’m genuinely scared of what could come from another economic…

Looking at those faces, my vagina just dropped a portcullis.

Are we sure that poll isn’t meant to represent Trump’s support within the two groups, e.g. 46% of men and 30% of women support Trump? Rather than 46% of his support is male and 30% female and 24% roaches.

The proof: a poll that doesn’t add up to 100.

The joke is that George is often dressed like the ghost of a child who died in Edwardian times. It’s on-going here at Jezebel, do try to keep up.

Time machine. Not sure if it’s bigger on the inside, though.

All I’m hearing is the old “Dr. Who” theme song now and thinking of Middleton’s vag.

It’s a tragic wank.

I like the idea of the four legged pants on the left, but with suspenders that cross over the dog’s spine like a basket handle. This seems like the most complicated version of dog pants, which is necessary to create a lot of cute Puppy Pants Problems gifs. That’s all that really matters here.

Well it really depends on the dog.

That still amazes me—when I first read about it, I thought someone was making a joke. There is a local coffee store that puts a sign in their window announcing when they get a shipment of those beans in. When I see it a little tiny part of me dies. I share the earth with people who willingly make their coffee from…

Actually actually I totally made that up... I’d be willing to sell you one for ten bucks, though!

Funny story - rotten maraschino cherries are actually a delicious delicacy.

It does, actually. It’s like a very squeaky, very quiet fart.

If a hipster fakes their artisanal product and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?

I think Italian American is the furthest from “Anglo-Saxon” that Reagan and his ilk would allow themselves to go.

Agreed. And yay, another NOLA gal!

But it has a GROUNDHOG...

“Brazil” is the best holiday movie ever, and that is an objective truth.