MERMAN!

I won't lie, I teared up when she cast her votes.

She wrote the lyrics. Lyrics are not a song.

Here are the chorus lyrics:

After careful consideration, and hour long (coughthreesecondscough) deliberation, I have come to the inevitable conclusion that I’m all:

I don’t have a fraction of this woman’s spirit. I watched that video and I’m still in awe of her.

Not a chance for me; I’m okay with Clinton, she’s infinitely preferable to Trump, and I realize that neither Stein nor Johnson have a chance of winning (and I don’t know enough about Johnson to know if I find him preferable to Clinton). However, I do the the sense that some of Sanders’ supporters are refusing to vote…

I think we all know Steve’s true love is Bucky.

Call it Frank. We need a planet named Frank.

the Palomar Observatory astronomers who discovered the planet back in 2007 have also already begun contemplating possible names.

All I know about her is that my dad cries when she appears on a Humane Society commercial (‘cos dogs ‘n’ cats an’ shit, not ‘cos’a her). But I pity her for Ryan Sweeting. His game was awful and he looks like what a precocious, but especially dim cocker spaniel might if it was turned human.

“The film version of Breakfast at Tiffany’s is water-downed, heteronormified snoozefest.”

Audrey Hepburn? Really? C’mon, Vogue.

A new Bae has come.

Seth Woken

When i was in Vegas for my friends bachelor party a couple of weeks ago, I was in the hotel room of the one other friend who came while he and my friends bro were getting ready to head out. They started talking about how great Trump would be. I just sighed, remembered I was there to support my buddy at his bachelor…

Helped gay people long before it was popular and so did her husband Bill

When we get in the car and we’ve brought everything and everybody has socks on, it’s like a dream come true.

Jesus if this just isn’t the perfect summation of what it’s like to be a parent, I don’t know what is.

WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES GET YOUR SHOES ON

I insulted him to his face at a concert. Really small venue event for charity. You were never more than three people away from the stage. The show started two hours late and after standing outside in stilettos waiting to get in the venue, I was not in the mood. I was standing dead center in front of the stage, being…

Pfffft, Cholula is awesome but undocumented and we are law-abiding blog denizens here, that’s why I and other Donald Trump supporters stick with the heavy vinegar flavor of Frank’s.