Judging by how tight those shorts are, numb nuts is an apt epithet

How the fuck is this numbnuts in charge of anything?

“He said this is fair to young and healthy people, who can now “pick and choose” their insurance”

Did the researchers control for smart phone access and battery life? Cause I feel like that might be one hell of a variable. Were any of the mammals at work at the time they were observed? Also another important variable.

I have said this before and it never stops being true: Donnie sounds like someone trying to have a serious conversation on a ball of cocaine. I really can’t listen to him talk, and when I read the shit he said, he sounds like a puppy that has too many shiny objects and noise makers around it.

(unintelligible screaming)

Right? I have a theory that this people’s racist, xenophobic, and sexist thoughts and ideals begin to show through to their physical appearance. Him and Bannon are my case and point, because they are some fugly mother f’ers.

Evil is known to age a person.

He’s only 31?

Huge slam on the bevery hillbillies!!!! The whole point of that show was that they got a bunch of money, changed neighborhoods and stayed “true to their roots”.

You’re just jealous because you don’t have a rocket car or a gold house!

Slightly off-topic, but, this...

Her plastic surgery couldn’t fully reconstruct the Trump butthole mouth, they all speak in a forced, painful way because their mouths don’t seem to stretch wide enough to speak properly. I’m not kidding.

Yes, and maybe kind of recently too? I used to watch Celebrity Apprentice and I don’t remember it being quite so severe then.

It only stuck me last week how... constructed her voice is.

It only stuck me last week how... constructed her voice is.

yes this is like a vignette of a terrible child that a caregiver has to suffer for ... something that would be comical in a sitcom but horrifying in real life. I can see Trump like, forcing them to buy the lemonade too ‘like come on I know you have more money somewhere, I pay you enough!’  

The second part of that lemonade stand story In The New Yorker is kind of revealing, too, but in a different way:

(fails to palm/grip baseball with incredibly tiny hands) (hopes nobody notices that he heaves a golf ball on two hops from the front of the mound to a visibly pissed off Matt Wieters)

He knows things are about to get out, he’s powerless to stop it, and the only possibility he has is to try and discredit the sources.