Lacked dudes “well, actually” explaining the plight of women to them, otherwise well done.

Wow, guy has been in a relationship for 39 years? Mazel tov there Mr. Manilow.

Barry and Garry? MADE FOR EACH OTHER.

You mean all that time I spent in junior high masturbating to “Looks like we made it” was for NOTHING????

Also congrats on your wedding, boo.

“I disagree with your existence, but can’t we be friends?”

One of the most exhausting and frustrating things in the whole entire world is a privileged white person with oppressive political views getting bent out of shape because someone reasonably makes the logical connection from those political views to personal beliefs and calls her out on it.

One might even say the...princess of petty.

Bianca del Rio gif party right here, right now. I will get things started:

The only Democrat that could win in King’s district is a pro-life Democrat.

“That being said, I’m off to vote to block Syrian refugees, defund equal education initiatives, and enact stricter voting requirements. Good day.”

I’ve been spreading more of my donations across regions (gave to Jon Osoff for example) It seem like a good strategy. Following Flippable helps by providing a lot of info on regional issues in one place

Why do all the advocates of white genetic superiority inevitably resemble a forgotten potato you find in the back of the pantry?

I’m terrified of people who look like me. They tend to be racist.

Why is it always the ugly, beedy eye looking motherfuckers the ones who think they’re the superior people? Like that meme with the toothless hicks waving the confederate flag at some rally in Washington telling POC that whites sre superior. Those Walmart people couldn’t look more inbred and trashy.

Could we like have a showing of a HD remaster of Der Sieg des Glaubens invite King, Bannon and the rest of these master race fuckers and burn the place down?

I’ll work concessions and handout popcorn sprinkled with ground glass all night.

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.