Whenever some of my more NRA-apologist friends start bitching about gun control I have to remind them that their Saint Ronnie Ray-gun wrote some incredibly tough gun control laws as governor of California, mainly because the Black Panthers were starting to gun up.

The Snowbilly grifter is also creaming into her moose chili about this. "Ha! Look at the smart kids try to make sense of what were shat out of our Preznit's fone!"

I've ended up with a random Penis by mistakes.

It's served well-done. And that's not raspberry sauce, it's ketchup.

Mr. Bannon? Hugo Boss on line 1…

To be fair, he also wants to eradicate porn.

Minority owned.

He's trying to make Yak Shaving Day a national holiday, right?

The original quote on the Lincoln poster was:

Is there a word for the the combined hilarity, head-to-desk banging, shame, and sheer gut wrenching terror we are all feeling?

I still have a fantasy that tomorrow, just after noon, there will be a loud CRACK on the steps of the Capitol building. A man in futuristic garb will appear, shout "I'm from the future! I HAVE to do this!!!" and vaporize Lord Smallgloves with a raygun.

They've only appointed 28 of the nearly 700 executive branch positions that need to go through congress, so this should not be a surprise to anyone.

"Soft Sensuality" is the name of my new line of fur-lined codpieces.

I still use this line on a weekly basis.

Celtic Reunification! GO PICTS!!!

His first tweet (the one that prompts WWIII) will end with "Vlad!"

We were in Sedona over Valentine's day (live just west of here). If I saw her or anyone pulling that dumb shit, I'd push her off a mesa.

Yeah, not sending munnies to the NRA.

Was (Not Was): Born to Laugh at Tornadoes.

A buddy of mine cut a record in the early 2000s where E.G did background vocals on a track. He said it was very, uh, distracting being around her.