Sorry, what am I supposed to be enraged about here? It’s hard to keep track.

One of the more discouraging aspects of the last few years, and there have been many, is finding out how many of my friends are just content to direct their hatred towards Trump and Trump alone, and just yearn for the Obama years of a cool dude being in charge even as he double-tapped weddings in Yemen and deported…

Ah, I see that we’re now adding border patrol to the ever-growing list of trewps to be respected and obeyed at all times.

Come with me, as we alienate more and more loved ones with increasingly extreme rhetoric.

Well, these are to be expected - I’m not gonna mad at a dog for barking, you know?

....so wait, my steak isn’t a water ballon filled with juice?

It’s just so...deliberate.

Interesting. I was too quick on the draw there then.

My Y charges 50 cents for a towel and I just flat out refuse to pay that. I’ll shower when I get home.

Well, for starters, he also whipped up:

An American using “maths” irritated me more than I would’ve expected it to, but, then again, I must consider the source and cut myself some slack.

I am the sole grunt in a two-man company. Any thoughts?

“Sure, it might seem like a dream, but tripping over your own penis gets to be a real pain in the ass.”

- Waking up at 9AM on a weekend actually sounds like an enjoyable thing to do.

The party of Fuck You, That’s Why

If this is what it took to get Ulf Samuelsson on the street, then I regret to say that I am all for it.

I always admire the hubris of the people caught in these situations to basically declare “STORY OVER, THANKS.”

Hey, you’re the room service breakfast person too, right? Lol okay just checking, carry on, this is all great stuff.