A cold hand towel on your forehead is what a doctor would recommend right about now- you’re all fevered up, son!

Among other lowlifes, yes. It’s all a matter of perspective. And also like ISIS, there is a lot of opportunity for promotion. 

Ha! Yes! Fuck you, Alex Keaton!

Now you’re getting it

Baa baa fuck you. 

She looks and sounds like a way less fun version of Waylon Flower’s “Madame”. But the puppet analogy remains

I love that everyone wants to put an apostrophe in the name, and I was curious as to why there wasn’t one like McDonald’s. According to the brand’s wiki page the original owner joked he couldn’t afford one, which is mildly amusing but still a little sad somehow. Ironically, having a college education these days…

Fuck an “I voted” sticker- where my sammich?!

I’m off to the local pizza joint with my AR-15 just to make sure he’s not playing pinochle with Chelsea in the mop closet

The people are English, their lands are/were British. And we took the big one from them because they dressed like that foppish dandy pictured above. 

No foreign born, and keep it white- we’re leaving a lot soccer hooligan tourist money on the table here, Jeanie baby

“Oy m8, let’s all cheeah fohr the big fella jest to mess with theiah haids” I could see it- fucking Commonwealth sticking together. And now without further ado, Aussie novelty punk band, The Chats!

“Namaste over here” -the money in my wallet

If we just let white, conservative infotainment drones live their dreams of being be honorary minorities for a day will they maybe shut up and go away?

And just like that, every future mass shooter was deterred forever.

Touché 

Not that I want to be fair to His Dickishness, but it does appear to be more of a joke he’s incapable of delivering vs. a trial balloon of omnipotence. But maybe just barely. 

If you didn’t like him in Girls, where does one pick up th thread exactly? “Who is this big nosed ingenue wielding a lightsaber?” I don’t follow, but thank you for thinking quickly. 

Mike Bell does not care for the taste of bitter truth, would prefer the sweet jelly like cocoon of power. More agreeable to his fragile sensibilities. Less threatening, somehow, even if he can’t articulate exactly why, were he to be pressed. On which he won’t. I don’t like the Mike Bells of the world, and something…

Failing that, let’s find out where he’s sucking worms and go piss on his grave