Trump: “Ore... Ida?”
Aide: No, sir. It’s “Ne-VA-da”.

If you send things back multiple times at your OWN restaurant it gives the people you’re with the impression that the food is not good. The very people you are trying to impress.

Who the fuck is such an asshole that he sends back fries?

Now that this story is public, he’ll never ketchup in the polls.

The man failed miserably selling gambling, football, and steak.

The fact that Mike Pence “won” the debate by lying his ass off about (or just flat out ignoring) all the crazy and deplorable shit Trump has said over the last year and a half, how poor of a businessman he is, and how stupid his proposed policies are, speaks to the sorry state of this presidential race very well.

Now I’m just throwing it out there. Maybe, just maybe, Trump might not be fit to be President.

The children of the corn are confused.

Yep. I work from home and I’ve noticed that I have started to get sick much more frequently (and severely) than I ever used to in the past. I’m sure it’s because I don’t come into contact with enough different people/germs. And every time I see or visit my nieces I get horribly sick because little kids are genuine…

It’s not only that, it’s that people don’t know how to critically evaluate the sources that they find. They think everything on the internet is true and if someone wrote something, it must be correct. Look at the damn source and THINK about it.

Likely it didn’t happen because her parents were smart enough to vaccinate her.

I’m glad it wasn’t anything worse than rotavirus that helped to convince her. This could have had a much more tragic ending.

Well it’s a shame it took her whole family getting sick but it’s refreshing to hear an anti-vaxxer say “I was wrong, I was batshit, I’ve since researched and have changed my mind”.

Nothing on the Stamos shower scene? I mean, the entire episode was a trainwreck, but those 20 seconds encouraged me to continue writing General Hospital fanfic.

The first season of Ryan Murphy’s Scream Queens was a roller coaster—not because it was an unexpected thrill, but because it varied so much in quality, coming strong out of the gate, plunging in the middle, and making a steady comeback by the end.

“Hope it pays for a maid.”

In her kitchen, visitors spend several days learning not just how to cook, but about how to realize the sort of life Mrs. Thorisson writes about online: a dreamy one, filled with food, simplicity and children.

Not sure what the fuss is about, I still got the search I was looking for...

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