Kristin Muhfucking Chenowith.

Thus far it’s surprisingly good but a little rushed, pacing-wise.

Fuck me it autocorrected Melania and stupid kinja won’t let me edit.

Karma already came for Mittens. He has to spend the next four to eight years kowtowing to a crude, loud vulgarian.

American cheese.

With her bitch vagina and her opinions.

On the one hand it is kind of fascinating to watch an empire die in real time. On the other, a month ago getting married and having kids was a major cornerstone of my life plans. But now, what’s the fucking point?

So is someone else gonna bring up her Dear Leader’s inability to even allow less-than-flattering photos of him, vis-a-vis the whole “liberal snowflake” thing, or shall I?

Yeah when did Glenn Beck start reflecting my exact feelings on the political situation? Fuck.

Most importantly, what are we gonna call dystopian fiction from now on?

I truly can’t tell if this is a joke or not.

I was about two and a half, and the first thing I remember is being at the hospital for my sister’s birth, literally not caring about anything but getting cake from the cafeteria.

The implications within that statement make me want to hurk.

Classy women don’t lie about a degree in architecture they never received from a university in Slovenia they never attended while under oath during depositions investigating fraud in their makeup line.

So basically the President has to be indicted and then the easy version is the House of Representatives votes to impeach and the Supreme Court holds a trial, just like you would for any crime, except in this case the perp gets booted out of the White House if convicted. An impeachment has never gone to trial in the…

I’ve heard “creep”, believe it or not, suggested as a male equivalent of cunt. I can’t say I agree, but the argument that being called creepy cuts a man down completely is an interesting one.

Nancy was the eyeless soul of evil but that bitch knew fashion.

But she’s been divorced for like 5 years

I, master of dad music, have been selected to make my fraternity’s parents’ weekend barbecue playlist. I am so excited, and both Motown and Steely Dan will feature prominently.

I live in Montana, and the cultural gap between the large towns in the southwest part of the state and tiny towns in the northeast portion is massive. It’s a different world. Fucked up things like this happen all the time out there.