bittertaylor
The Real Unsharer
bittertaylor

Hey, North Carolina GOP: if Clarence Thomas thinks you are racist motherfuckers, you are definitely, indubitably, 100 percent racist motherfuckers.

I’m only sad that the elephant that killed him died.

I dare you to try driving under 80mph while listening to “Cochise.” Can’t be done.

Miller also wrote Trump’s American Carnage inauguration speech.

Oh, Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph. What could possibly go wrong with a speech written by a man with all the empathy of a turnip? 

I’m not cool with you stealing my reply David. Is there no honor in blogging?

Your lips to God’s ear.

You mean “C+ Santa Monica facist Stephen Miller”, author of the travel ban?

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I just want to go on record to say that Cornell’s work with Audioslave is by far some of his best songs. It was an impressive mix of self-reflection and philosophy and really highlighted Chris’s impressive vocal range.

Jasper is a living definition of “Backpfeifengesicht” which is a face begging for a fist in German.

Fuck this guy.

“If you’re that distracted, don’t go to the movies”

Maybe don’t text during a movie? If i hear or see anyone talking or texting I go straight ape shit.

She reported them anyway.

Does almost getting into a fight with a Ford salesman and the sales manager after they physically blocked the doors of the showroom to prevent us from leaving because we didn’t want to buy the Escape they had on the lot count?

I remember back when I was a kid, I had two horrible parents and my father was a truly sleezy man. He used to manually roll back the odometer on cars and sold them to people for a large profit (we later learned he was under investigation by the FBI). One time, he sold a car that he talked the hell out of to my school

Instead of bitching about it maybe share one if it matters so much to you.

This one isn’t too bad, and it has a happy ending, but when the Dodge Caliber first came out my mom was in the market for a car and thought it looked kinda cool, and would be practical. We hadn’t really seen one yet, so her and I head over to the dealer (I was 16 at the time) to take a look.