Oh, but it’s worse than that. Orcas in the wild will roam for dozens of miles, and live almost exclusively in family/tribal pods. Their relationships with each other are complex and caring. If you yank an Orca from the sea, not only do you essentially imprison them with no family visitation, ever, but you are…

The irony is that the majority of the customers probably oppose women serving in combat roles.

I love a military themed restaurant being about steak. I can count on one hand the number of times I was served steak in the Marine Corps.

Nothing tells me a restaurant is a place for bro’s and skeezeballs quicker than the female wait staff wearing their hair down. There’s nothing practical about it, and in most states it’s a violation of health codes.

I was one of those people who admonished others whenever they said Idiocracy could really happen.

My brain has shut off any further acknowledgement of our new Handmaids-Tale-Meets-Idiocracy timeline until I can get at least three stiff drinks in me, but I can’t help but focus on the “Defcon 1 Nuclear” sauce, and how I can practically taste the disappointment.

My worst nightmare is being the sort of women whose bloated husband visits one of these places on the reg. And not even being allowed to get annoyed when he wastes hundreds of dollars tipping some 18-yr old he clearly wants to bone. Just supposed to pretend like nothing bothers me. La la la guess I’ll take all this…

“When you’re tired of turkey sandwiches, we’ll be here.”

Closer and closer, every single day.

Just go to a strip club and watch Red Dawn. It’s less sad than this shit.

If men could menstruate, they’d brag about how bloody their periods were and equate masculinity with a heavy flow. If men could menstruate, they’d use it as a reason to ban women from being in combat because only men would know what it’s like like to bleed and suffer.

Attention men:

I’m glad that the law has finally stopped looking the other way with this bullshit.

The blown out eye isn’t creepy. The entire “posting an ex on the internet” is creepy as heck.

If they were intelligent enough to want nothing to do with Earth after meeting Trump for even a second, there would be zero contemplation, I’d be on that fuckin’ ship.

“Who’s there?”

I can only imagine what it would be like if Aliens landed on the White House lawn in a couple of months.

That has got to be the most boring account of an“alien encounter” I’ve ever read. There’s no way there could be any rational explanation for that at all, nope.

Did he try saying “Who’s there?” I feel like we might be missing out on some potential Alien Dad Humor.