Kristen Ritter, Vogue Knitting Covergirl, would like a quiet word outside.
Kristen Ritter, Vogue Knitting Covergirl, would like a quiet word outside.
I get bummed out these days when I think about pitchforks and torches. Not because the sentiment has faded - it certainly hasn’t - but because I am reminded of those fuckwit virginal doucheturds in Charlottesville with their tiki torches fueled by their pathetically misguided hatred.
Well, he probably cycles, but the whole “soul” thing is questionable.
Ehh, she’s fairly attractive. The whole point of him marrying her in the first place is for him to get laid. So that’s definitely more a win for him than for her.
Pretty telling when the only object in the article with a soul is an exercise bike.
“Where’s my hubsies?”
How much do you have to hate yourself to pine over Trump Jr? Nothing is sadder than desperation in combination with self-loathing. Ugh...
I know, that egg heart is really ill-proportioned.
Aubrey’s picture makes me sad.
It was such a #metoo moment and she didn’t realize it. She felt she owed him sex because she ended up in a hotel room with him. The internalized misogyny and just...ugh.
I was very glad they went into detail about the legal ramifications. I don’t care that they had sex. I only care about the coverup.
My takeaway - She told the truth and she’s got a great lawyer. Oh, and she definitely has some audio/video proof of their relationship. I just hope I never see Trump’s dick. The country’s been through enough.
Just in case you came back to life:
I think reality show contestants also tend towards vapid and shallow. I have not seen a reality show contestant that so completely lacks the depth of personality of the Trumps I mentioned. I mean, as stupid as the song in this article is, it at least displays some amount of actual emotion, suggesting there is…
“Trump allegedly started his affair with O’Day around the same time that his wife was pregnant with their third child”
Don Jr ponders the meaning of the song, staring into the distance and wearing his new big-boy boots
Look, I would have died from second-hand embarrassment over that song WITHOUT knowing who it was about.
I literally cannot fathom a world in which anyone, anywhere, feels that way about Donald Trump, Donald Trump, Jr., Eric Trump or Ivanka Trump. Having seen these people operate and reluctantly heard them talk over the past few years, they seem like literally the most valid, shallow, unintellectual, just BORING people…
One hand Pauly D. One the other Don’t Jr.
Apparently she doesn’t have a non-disclosure agreement. Which is actually terrible for us because it guarantees we’re going to hear all about Jr’s performance in bed.