I know for a fact that you are wrong.

See, exactly: you’re convinced that was actual “prejudice”, but you’re such a milquetoast little worm that you couldn’t actually muster any wrath or outrage against me, only feigned astonishment, the insincerity of which is readily evidenced by your failure to even reach for a lousy exclamation point. Pathetic. But…

There was threatening behavior and language observed and overheard at our meetings and such behavior cannot be tolerated and does not represent the values of the community of Montclair.

As opposed to “Russia? Never Heard of it!”?

As a Gen X, I can confirm that in 92-93, there were giant Sir Mixalot asses on every corner. It was a simpler time.

Look, it’s bad enough that there’s a run on facemasks, hand sanitizer, bottled water, and food in general; but I’ll be damned if panic is going to cut my vodka supply short as we now find ourselves stuck at home for the next couple of weeks.

I’d take a fingernail golem over the actual golem made of fried chicken and Sudafed that’s in the White House now.

A sculpture of Donald Trump made out of 400 pounds of nails with the phrase “TOUGH AS NAILS” on the base.

“A van driving around declaring Jeffery Epstein’s death a conspiracy and a lot of swag for sale that echoed that sentiment.”

Socialism - Bad. Openly supporting a racist- serial con-artist-sexual predator-blatant election cheater- overage drug addict who’s grooming habits rival that of a fat clown who calls his peers juvenile names and does stand up for hillbillies, A-OK. The shamelessness and lack of originality of these dimwits knows no…

Here is my comment, white person reading this. Go back up and read this essay again. Think about it. Then don’t say shit, because truly you ain’t got shit to say.

You mean Rufus, right?

True, but having reddish-orange hands will keep people more than the flu-safe six-foot separation from me.

I have moved a trash can to outside of the bathroom door so that, after I wash my hands, I can use the paper towel to open the door so that I can leave without making contact with the door knob that every other guy handles after peeing and walking out without washing their hands.

Because we drank all the gelatin.

though if your son decides he wants to drench himself in Axe, you need to shut that shit down with haste.

No, it’s not 1973 - now we have social media, and unfounded rumors can spread panic even faster:

Nope, she’s like political herpes. It might not look like she’s there sometimes but she always comes back. She’s the Democrats’ cold sore.

DIY sound proofing. They are clearly a band who needs to cheaply and quickly sound proof every room they intend to practice in.

A trip to Costco.