This is perfect. I'm thinking kindergarten. "Kids! Kids?" (Slides hand into purse, pulls out Valium, washes it down with glass of "water")
This is perfect. I'm thinking kindergarten. "Kids! Kids?" (Slides hand into purse, pulls out Valium, washes it down with glass of "water")
"oh, McConnell's got to be smarting after that Turtlenator! Franken's good enough and smart enough now!"
I give this post a C+
Gamer, angry, retweeted by Trump, gaming a video game for money…it doesn't really need to be said, does it?
I always heart this as Jonth. We've got a lisp…going on!
I've got to add Little Girl by San Jose's own Syndicate of Sound. The most confusing lyrics in history. "Hey little girl, you didn't do nothing new / you broke my heart, so other girls did it too." So then, it sounds like she was the first. Which was it?
That song is impossible to improve. I have heard the Marquis de Shar-day's version and that hack is right!
Why Can't We Be Together by Timmy Thomas. Played on what sounds like a cheap Wurlitzer with a drum machine track, it should be horrible. But Timmy had some pipes, and it's one of the most heartfelt and soulful songs I've ever heard.
He could play a rogue, renegade cop who's…In too Depp.
You forgot Zoroastrianism.
The best description I've heard is that he performed a DDOS attack on our government-a barrage of falsehoods, with no bandwidth left for facts.
The Klugmeister!
Somebody's been watching Pink Flamingos!
It was surprisingly good. She didn't cut him any slack.
I watched it. She rakes him over the coals. God help me, I thought of Murrow and McCarthy. Somebody needs to take these turds to task, and Megyn Kelly seems to be the vessel we're given. I was blown away, truthfully.
You got your baked potato, mashed potato, French fries, steak fries, hash browns, country potatoes, au gratin, fingerlings, red potatoes, potato soup, potato stew…
I was waiting for this.
I watched this. She didn't cut him any slack. It was 100% anti-Jones. I was pleasantly surprised.
"My friends, can you prove it didn't happen?" Criswell, Plan 9 from Outer Space
What do you think they eat at the Bohemian Grove? Connect the dots, sheeple!