This, exactly. Welcome to The La Brea Tar Pits Museum of Ignorant Jackasses.

That’s his “I wish I could remember how to poop” face.

I performed exactly the same dismount maneuver as this woman. It’s what landed me in detox, then inpatient rehab for 28 days. Been sober ever since that night, about 37 years ago. It’s tricky at times (especially these days), but it’s not impossible.

...And there’s our T-Shirt of the Week!

Starred for “wack job” (nut case) instead of “whack job” (contract killing).

Fair enough, but... eww.

Dunno about the jails, but I hear they have nice hospitals. (To paraphrase Tony Bennett, my sister left her appendix in New Zealand.)

“Well of course I’m saving my piss in jars. What else did you all expect from me at this stage?”

Damn! You beat me to it.

This needs so many more stars.

Sorry to hear about your extended family. I guess I’m fortunate in this regard; I am easily the most emotionally immature, least educated member of mine. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for some of my work clients - like for example the one who showed up for a meeting a few weeks ago in his TRUMP-PENCE T-shirt. :o/

There are still tens of millions of people in this country who are pretty much OK with having Baby Mussolini as our president.

This, exactly. Their joke doesn’t even make sense.

I’m regularly surprised at what people think is funny these days. To me this is just random, contrived and stupid - not to mention aggressively tone-deaf. Sheesh.

You’re living in one right now!! <rim shot>

Whee! Gettin’ all Erica Jong up in here.

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...And now I need to apologize to Aimée for the off-topic post. I just couldn’t help myself. God DAMN it I am doing the Snoopy dance over here!

We interrupt your regularly-scheduled shitshow with this important announcement: Trump lawyer Michael Cohen just got RAIDED BY THE FBI.

The bison on the Dept. seal looks like, “Just leave me out of this, OK?”