Wait, that’s Nora?! I live in Columbus and remember hearing about when she was born! Her mother was definitely wrong, she’s a good bear.

“Did I mention I’m in East Tennessee?”

TL:dr, “I’m in East Tennessee.”

Like Anna said, we’ve all read too many thrillers and seen too many movies like this and yet, it’s still difficult to believe that all those movies you’ve seen about a Manchurian Candidate is now real life.

I have a coworker named Faith. She is 29. She has a sister named Grace who is 31. And she has another sister named Hope who is 7.

I thought getting married was a form of contraception.

How and why do these people think they get to be the spokespersons for abstinence? YOU’RE LITERALLY WALKING, TALKING PROOF OF THE OPPOSITE OPINION

Reminds me of the last fight I got in. This guy at a bar was looking at me. So I said, “What the fuck you looking at asshole?” He looks at me and says, “Nothing.” I stood up. “Damn right, you better not be.” This guy had no business fucking with a guy like me, so I said, “ You have no business fucking with a guy like…

‘Cause he went Country and that kind of album title don’t sell well in the Deep South

God...I haven’t been this concerned since Hootie left the Blowfish.

Too bad Dwight Eisenhower isn’t still alive.

Anthony Weiner not being dead in a ditch or renditioned to a black site in Yemen is proof that Hillary ain’t killed nobody.

I don’t think any reasonable person doubts that those things would be far less likely under Clinton.

This is like watching a bunch of Trump voters cheering when Obamacare is repealed, only to find out that Obamacare and the ACA (which they rely on for their diabetes medication) were the same thing.

I agree completely.

The death of American liberalism, in a classical norms-and-institutions sense- the lack of anyone who is both willing and able to advocate clearly and intelligently for classical liberal republican ideals - has to be one of the most remarkable and unremarked trends in American politics. These are and have been…

I’m not sure how to feel, yet, but one discomfiting thought that keeps coming back is how it feels kind of similar to how right leaning outlets would bring up pizzagate with a sorta “we just don’t know!” hands in the air routine.

I made this the other night because fuck this guy

Was at a baseball game a couple years ago where someone puked all over the family in front of them. Then overheard the very awkward conversation between the father and his two young kids on exactly why they were in the bathroom cleaning up someone else’s vomit off of them. Good times, good times.

It’s not so much the how for me, but the why. You know you’re going to a sit at a football game for the next couple hours. It’s a playoff game. You probably paid a bunch of money to be there. Why would you not pace yourself or cut yourself off after a bit so you remember the experience?