I felt certain that you were speaking metaphorically. As in, “stadium” = “big mansion” and “pantyhose” meant...IDK, some weird hat.
I felt certain that you were speaking metaphorically. As in, “stadium” = “big mansion” and “pantyhose” meant...IDK, some weird hat.
Please tell me there were unopened cans of Campbell’s soup on the menu.
Who gets to moderate/judge tho?
I wouldn’t hate it if the Naval Academy put out a clarifying statement letting everyone know that Madison was, indeed, summarily rejected from ever attending in the first place - before the accident.
Greatest Experiment Ever. #BigMcLargeHuge4Lyf
If you haven’t yet read Emily Murphy’s official letter from the GSA. I’d implore you to. She claims in the letter that Trump didn’t order her to delay the transition, but Trump tweeted that he’s now finally ordered her to sign off on it.
Iowan here. It pains me to agree with this, but it’s true. For an uncomfortable but eye-opening deep-dive into the poisonous conservatism of Steve King Kuntry, check out the NYT article about Sioux Center in district IA4.
If I never again hear the phrase “taint of Trump”, it will be too soon.
I’d hate to be the unlucky candy-striper that was assigned bed pan duty in Typhoid Donny’s room.
**TL;DR - You are NOT alone. I, too, have lived my whole life wearing pants that - when I wear them - look like jodhpurs. **
@ DU?
I flipped past this VERY LOUD exchange as I was helping my toddler find Martha Speaks on PBS.
Zofran is your friend! Hang in there!!! :(
“I hope to take from this a better willingness to listen respectfully to the ‘other side,’ and in fact, to avoid ‘sides’ where possible.”
Knowing this scumbag will be forever branded a piece-of-shit rapist gives me satisfaction. This will literally, figuratively, socially, and virtually follow him around for the foreseeable future.
Yeah, or “Well, yeah, I met with the Russians, but I came away with nothing valuable. No harm no foul, amirite?”
The Trouble With Angels!!! YESSS!!! Thank you! Omg this was my favorite when I was like 10! For the life of me, I haven’t been able to remember the title of it until now. I remember forcing my slumber party friends to watch it in the 80s. I loved it SO much! Remember the scene where they cast plaster masks of…
Five bucks says...he thinks the Houston convention center is over capacity due to the fact he’ll be arriving soon. I mean, that’s why everyone’s camped out in there, right? To listen to his inspirational words before he digs his heels in and starts heaving sand bags?
JEEZUS, how fucking conceited do you need to be to pull this shit?! You’re 85 goddamn years old! Let the country move past your racist old ass. You’ve said your piece. Now shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down.