Perhaps she should hold an unpinned grenade and ask her if the result will be violent.

2016. Almost a total shitshow, but with tiny slivers of hope.

Goodness. Would you date someone if they had a Trojan Dash button installed on their nightstand?

Goodness. Would you date someone if they had a Trojan Dash button installed on their nightstand?

Totally overshadowed by the death of Mrs. Brady.

I think from now on, all media sites should refer to him as “President-Elect and Accused Sexual Abuser Donald J. Trump.”

Some small optimistic part of me still thinks he’s doing a Montgomery Brewster and just trolling us. I’m waiting until he finally gives up and says, “I’ve been messing with you guys all along, but man, half of you are really stupid.”

He didn’t hear that coming!?

Dear President-Elect Donald J. Trump:

Why on Earth has this person not been named in this article, the school’s statement, or the source article? The world needs to out this racist degenerate, so she doesn’t slither into another place of employment, which would be unfair to that employer or the new clients or customers she would serve.

Hold on, are we talking about a hypnotist or some president-elect? I lost track.

Reminds me of how I used to try to drive home from a far away bar or nightclub in the middle of nowhere and before I owned a GPS device.

Just remember, before launching the app, blow into the open ports on your iOS device to remove any dust and lint from the contacts.

Just now?!

Reminds me of this:

Could also be that he’s tired of all the unwarranted “Thanks, Obama!” jabs, so much that he’s not going to allow the next administration to blame him for any screwups this administration will do.

Never gets old.

What a beautiful moon! Let me grab this with my iPhone...

Kinda like this?

Never forget.

Screw Chapstick. It’s all about the Blistex. That thing turns into liquid crack when you have chapped lips.