I’m glad for Mr. Jefferson. This has to be so exciting!

“at all,” I guess?

Keep those puppies in place. We need as many eyeballs on him as possible.

The woman handled herself more gracefully than anyone I’d ever seen. She didn’t deserve to be in the same room as this vile cucaracha.

$20 to PP last night (plus another $5 from dear Mr. Pence)!

Okay, I’ll say it:

Fear not! I had the arm implant (Nexplanon) for about 2 years and both the insertion and removal were painless because of the numbing shot given prior to the procedure. Really, the “pain” part is mostly mind games. Check it out and do some research, you might really like it! 3 years tops per insert, which is…

Please listen to me. There are some people out here that are hurting just as much as you are, some even more. Avoid isolating a single region and placing insurmountable blame on it for what an entire country had a hand in voting for. For some of us in the Midwest, we have no choice of leaving it.

Mira, it’s about priorities: things that are much greater than just ourselves. Even if your govenor is a ding dong, this voter appreciates your decision!

“or play around with a protest vote”

Oh, they’re not closed anymore. There’s open windows, hatches, doggie doors...hell, give them a megaphone and they’ll scream it.

Want to know how to pee a steady stream without having to move around or have fear of wetting your clothes, in public? Here’s a little something that was passed on to me in high school that I will now share with you:

Boricuas unite! 🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷

HE SAID HE BUILT PROPERTY ON FIFTH AVENUE “WITH MY OWN, BEAUTIFULLY FORMED HANDS.”

Oh yeah. I went there.

And the govenor (adamant Trump supporter) who said there was no place for that kind of hate in the country but in the same breath remarked the way the Somalis were vetted could have been better. Oh, and this in 2001:

Talk like that is just as dangerous as it is repugnant. No woman’s opinions, ideas, convictions, beliefs or crafts should be discounted because A HUSBAND DISAGREES with her. And yet! This Polly Pocket-handed filth throws it out there for good measure, in case we’ve misinterpreted this whole marriage thing.

Obvious he was still licking his doll hands after her stinging puppet quip.

My my, are we pressed.