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Ha, yes, I NEED more info on this dinner. How much ketchup was involved (it’s really not a question of ‘if’...)? Did 45 get an extra scoop of ice cream?

And what finally broke the weird awkward silence after Trump tried to demand Comey’s loyalty? I am cracking up whenever I think of those prolonged however many

It’s truly impressive how far into a hole 45 has dug himself. I tend to think the same as you, that he is not a Russian agent (would not put it past him to have stumbled into it however), but my goodness, he seems really determined to give the impression that he is up to serious shenanigans! I know it’s a cliche but

“AG Tom Cotton.” I just heaved.

I am *cough* years out of school and still don’t have this down! I would be so fucked if I worked for an employer of Nancy Grace’s caliber or even a somewhat more garden-variety jerk—I just would not know how to handle it besides massive crying jags.

It is has been hysterical to watch the tone of comments RTed by the Trump Regrets twitter account change day to day. Just checked today, and sure enough, it’s “globalist” this and “Zionist” that. Almost funnier than the people complaining that they totally take back their vote because the feds are threatening to go

OMG just take all my stars.

With a little bit of Quark thrown in there! Seriously, some of his weird little smiles are EXTREMELY Ferengi. And do any of us doubt that he scoffs in bemused wonderment at HEW-MON FE-MALES??

All the stars for “boobly.” I cannot stop saying this word. “Boobly.”

I was once eating lunch at Panera and heard a guy give a talk about this to a group of about a dozen avid hangers-on. As a former federal court employee, I recognized some of the key words immediately and sorta wanted to creep closer for some quality eavesdropping. It was depressing though, to think of anyone taking

Moar stars required!

Just found out that the in-laws are talking themselves into voting for Trump, after a primary season of being terrified of him. LE SIGH.

THING OF BEAUTY. Sweetie and I LITERALLY laughed out loud!

Oh my goodness, that scene horrified me when I finally saw this movie. It just goes ON and ON, and the town is laughing and cheering him on. Setting aside what an awful and painful thing that would be to experience IRL, even filming it couldn’t have been super fun for Maureen O’Hara.

ALL THE STARS because in college my boyfriend pulled a similar car-related joke. He told me that if I held my hand near the radio and raised my hand up and down, the volume would change. IT DID! I believed him and was having tons of fun up until he told me, laughing, that it was a control on the steering wheel he was

You are doing God’s work.

Oh my goodness, this is my everything. That smug little look he flashes to Michelle when she’s mock-aghast. “Come on, baby girl.” Ovaries DEAD.

We meet again, my vegetable nemesis. Sunchokes were the only thing I just could not get behind in my CSA. 1) You apparently have to peel them. I hate peeling things, especially tiny nubbly things; 2) As mentioned, there are, ah, potent gastro-intestinal effects, and that was how I learned what inulin is; 3) The best I