It is real life.
It is real life.
1. Pence resigns citing “personal reasons.”
Would you say she’s Complicit?
She will not be given a title. — She will likely have her fingers in every pie.
... what are they? Like, terry cloth underwear?
I love how people never forget. God bless em
This is yet another reminder that having a child does not suddenly make you an expert on literally anything, and that the act of birth is something that literally billions upon billions of people around the world, both very smart and incredibly fucking dumb, have done throughout millenia.
I’m in my mid-thirties, I’ve lived in New York my entire life, and I’ve never seen any hint of SantaCon. St. Patrick’s Day, on the other hand, is the day where drunk white people stop me on the street, insist that I’m either a rapper or a basketball player that they like, and then hurl racial slurs at me and laugh…
The truth in this comment makes me feel very, very sad.
Then they should give Rex “Low Energy” Tillerson those same dexedrine injections Trump gets.
Men are such emotional messes and babies. Why do we trust them to do these jobs?
Not to worry. As soon as Jared Kushner gets bored trying to meddle in the Israel-Palestine situation, he and his cronies can just brush Tillerson aside in Korea and start fumbling around there as well. Trump’s doing the whole Andrew Jackson “sort of ignore your official cabinet while having your own private set of…
I wish we could get Tea Leoni to be SOS. I figure just from filming almost three seasons of Madam Secretary has given her more experience and skill in diplomacy and dealing with world leaders than this assclown piece of shit
Ball culture: gay, usually POC dance houses, often though not always featuring some version of voguing. Google Paris is Burning, you’ll get the picture.
His lies are hurting him, it will take some time for the damage to take effect. When the crisis hits, no one will believe anything he has to say. And when we need the president to a be a sober presence he will invariably try and make himself look good no matter what, and it will not be a laughing matter. Tackling a…
As a commuter on Metro North, fuck St Paddy’s day and all the drunk high school kids puking on my train.
As a thirtysomething living in Manhattan and entering the early stages of “old man-hood”, I can unequivocally say that SantaCon is the worst day of the year here. I order Thai food and lock myself indoors.