My feeble ladybrain can hardly understand things that aren’t pink.

Apologies if this was uploaded on a recent DUAN, but too cool not to post if no one has:

I fixed it:

Prosecutors always, always want their pound of flesh. They are habitually petty. Like, they can never admit they were wrong about anything. Doesn’t seem to matter which party they are from, liberal or conservative, man or woman, black, white...it’s like they are consitutionally unable to admit when they’ve fucked up.

Mr. Backstop/who do you think you are/Mr. Backstop/you made it so the Yankees won

So weird that Roseanne would be feeling such economic insecurity when her show was just picked up for a second season.

“This summer, the Pooh hits the fan!”

“Oh bother,” said Pooh, as he concealed Piglet’s mangled corpse.

Definitely Smashmouth.

Hold your horses bro!

There is no way this is not about fisting

They’ll get over and laugh at all the American ferroequinologists considering the state of our infastructure.

Wait ‘til Trump orders the Post Master General to issue the Heroes of Bowling Green Massacre commemorative stamp series.

“Fake news” bad, fake history good.

I am proposing they sell this alternative coin.

This is like Watergate, where the conspiracy goes deeper and deeper until finally Tom Hanks is revealed to be the ultimate ringleader, and a nation’s innocence is shattered .

“Horton, Here’s a Poo!”

You’ve clearly never been poor.

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