ScissorsBelle
ScissorsBelle
ScissorsBelle

I swear every morning since the election I’ve woken up and had the horrible realization that Trump is going to be president over and over. It’s like the movie Groundhog Day without the comedy.

Give it a minute.

Dear Trumpers: It wasn’t the Wall. It was the East German Border Guards who had no qualms about shooting unarmed civilians in the back.

They’re all grown in the same petri dish at Fox Labs.

To be fair, the only thing she stole from the podiatrist’s website was footnotes.

The Clash is roughly infinity times better than Phish. There is a reason they are “the only band that matters.”

Wow you just outed yourself as a jam band lover. Condolences to your friends and family.

This.

Sex Pistols, Elvis Costello, The Clash

Am I missing the irony? Phish DOES suck and The Ramones fucking rule.

Counterpoint: Phish and the Grateful Dead are absolutely fucking terrible. I hate Joe but even a broken clock blah blah blah.

LaToya knows what’s up.

“dealing with the homosexual spirit” Now I’m picturing some paranormal ghost hunting show where they try and get all the gay ghosts out of your attic.

I think when the 2 Corinthians walked into a bar, they changed that.

seriously, fuck her so much. Typical rich white woman who would vote away her rights at the expense of other women, women of color, and people of color everywhere. I can’t stand this bitch.

I watched her on Charlie Rose and started to wonder if she was legit, then remembered her body of work. Then this. Then that. Then what the fuck does she stand for? Whatever you want her to stand for, apparently. I’m a journo major who chose other avenues for income, but my education tells me she lacks the neutral

:( This makes me so sad. Why is it that some of these bastard republicans are still alive and we lose some fucking fantastic people?

Tell it like it is good sir!

YASSSS GEORGE LAZENBY 4EVA

Love it: James Bond marries Emma Peel (so to speak). Never was anyone better cast than she. And Diana Rigg speeding through the Pyrenees in her convertible ‘69 Mercury Cougar; pure coolness.