I am just so happy that he is doing the future debates. I was a little worried that he would chicken out and gain momentum again by shutting the fuck up.

Here’s a song to help you perfect your shimmy. I love it.

“If you go home with somebody, and they don’t have books, don’t fuck ‘em!”

Trump is the college bro who brags about passing a class with a C even though he “didn’t even study.”

Guys I’m at city hall waiting to vote right now! I’m so overcome with joy to be able to cast my vote not only for our first female president but a kick ass human being.

There’s only going to be one funeral on Sunday and it ain’t going to be hers.

“I said forget debate prep. I mean, give me a break,” Trump said at one point.

“Do you really think that Hillary Clinton is debate-prepping for three or four days. Hillary Clinton is resting, okay?”

I love playing Symmetra against people who underestimate her. Her primary attack fucking MELTS anyone and everyone when it’s fully charged. I’ve gotten a quad kill once with that sucker.

10 minutes of people angry that the servers were down, 10 years in a box where a large angry man watches you poop. Sounds worth it.

Good. Fuck these guys.

Don-descending?

What’s it called when you are trying to correct the voters in a state who know better, rather than a woman who knows better?

The best part of the Trump “Nev-ah-dah” clip is that he so brazenly fucks it up, even when the crowd is shouting the correct pronunciation (Na-VAD-uh...AD as in “bad”). He is never so smugly pleased with himself than when he’s lecturing an audience about shit he doesn’t even know but yet is still 110% certain he’s…

And I looked and beheld a pale man, with skin like the belly of a slug. In his right hand he held a machete, and in his left hand he held the decapitated head of a cheetah from a game reserve in Africa. And lo, his name was Eric.

He’s like a bad photocopy of any James Spader character from any 80's teen flick.

He looks like Pestilence, the 1st of the Four Horseman.

No, let’s talk about it. He makes my lady bits wither and dry up. Simultaneously, I also want to shit and vomit looking at him.

This does not seem to particularly matter to Eric Trump, who seems to be busy living in a creepy video game loosely modeled after the 1987 film Wall Streetwhere slicked back hair is a professional look, down-time involves shooting cheetahs