Time to move on, Brother Bernard

Get over it.

I love that at 2 minutes in “David” the judge/word guy starts explaining the final round rules in condescending monosyllab-ese, then the other guy wades in to congratulate the 3rd place finisher, and little “19"—refusing to be iced by the patriarchy—sighs loudly into the mic like, “STFU I’M HERE TO DESTROY CAN WE…

Let’s think about the logic trap you’ve sprung only upon yourself:

Can’t save ‘em all, especially the rich ones

“I said: get in...” [click of the hammer]

Roger that, Moonraker

Either way...

Has there ever been a former candidate that said: you’re right, it’s my fault. Or list off some good search words, and I’ll be on my way

I think Tammy Wynette said it best when she

NorCal motherfucker, now even further north...for now...

I was under the impression that’s the true meaning of SoCal- San Diego metroplex? LA is LA, no? But I know we’re not talking about San Berdoo. However, I may have bad intel

I just hope that by 2028 we’ll have put all this rockstar and celebrity death behind us, the Trump clan will have gone the way of the Romanovs, and that replicants will not only be allowed to marry and reproduce, but to finally take part in the decathlon. Everyone else will be allowed to juice, of course

“Sick, bro” pretty sure

Worse than filthy liberal Woodstock- and they had rain and mud. Furniture? wtf

Do true lions do bread and circuses for the sheep, though? A thought.

That shark ain’t right.

I think they just have a deathgrip on the “the way things used to be through rose-colored glasses” knob, turned way up to 11.

That’s a pretty weaselly smiting, I must say. Not impressed.

Reminds me I forgot to floss last night.