Plenty of wood in … uhh … shit.

What's so difficult about a box of chocolates?

*spoilers for Arkham Knight*

TWO RAGING THINGS

Maybe we could convince him to make some sort of compromise… say, for *three* fifths…

Hell, I'd settle for David Lee Roth at this point. But only if he aims his kicks at Nazi crotch.

He would, but his buddies still haven't returned his torches.

I really like the thought of Donny posing next to life-size cutouts of minorities (i.e. "black people pictures") and thinking it'll fool us if the angle is juuuuuust right…

The Fall the band, or The Fall the Tarsem film?

Probably the plate-fucking that did you in.

Fuck the plates, just dive right in.

his wrong what?

Block the twit, and accept that there are some people out there you'll never get through to.

And Uncle Omen!

Sympathy for Sessions? Was there something I missed?

*takes a lighter to the stash of Aryan Beauties Monthly*

I'd already heard about his dad and the rental practices, but it's always a good reminder, because more than once I've found myself thinking that with how petty & thin-skinned he is, it's possible that his dumbshit comments about these racists has more to do with his need to win every conversation and spitefully give…

Yet.

He doesn't deserve a grave.

Would you, in fact, beat on the brat (with a baseball bat)?