Well, when I’m dead within two years, my Trump voting sister will have to pay off ALL my debts AND the cost of my burial. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, bitch.

Literally everyone except me, I guess. I didn’t know her record. I had a faint memory that she had attacked her assistant, so I went and looked it up. I found a Gawker article setting forth her various misdeeds.

when has she ever done wrong?

“I’m proud of you, you know... that you have the confidence to wear those two different patterns together.”- my father

Tomorrow night the back of the poor fellow’s uniform will just say “Lee.”

Tacos de lengua are the only food that tastes you back while you’re eating them.

Them not writing about the administration in the same tones as Jezebel and HuffPo doesn’t mean they aren’t absolutely hounding them.

I have it on good authority that if you touch a woman three times on her elbow, poke her left thigh once, then lick her right earlobe, she squirts.

Yeah, fuck your opinion. It’s shit.

Chicken shit.

That is a disgusting excuse.

The image of the unarmed child on his knees, hands behind his back, in front of several officers while the man who fired a weapon at a bunch of kids stands, wildly gesticulating, in a private audience with a single officer pretty much sums up what is, and is going to be, fucked up about this case.

I’m still holding out hope that he and Sandra Bullock end up together.

He quoted a sonnet in his interview. From memory! Who does that?!

It amazes me that the people who have the least to fear in terms of day-to-day personal safety (white men) are the ones obsessed with carrying guns to protect themselves. They are cowardly wimps.

I can’t help but roll my eyes at the OP prefacing the comment with mentioning being Latino, like that would somehow make it a-okay to place some blame on these kids.

Watch the video. This is some racist fucking bullshit. He needs to be arrested...now.

I’ll allow it BUT ... you have a commenting history of fighting reasonable points and your correction here is barely defensible.

It’s dictator chic.

There is never any discernible joy on this toad’s face. Never. Sad.