Thats a rat hat.

Im trying to think of what you might need a tuxedo for in Arkansas.

Work credit cards. Like you’d pay for sable hats or dog tuxedos out of your own damn pocket.

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Saw this somewhere...seems very fitting to me.

Donald Trump: That worrisome lump on the right testicle of American politics you hope will be gone every day when you wake up but somehow keeps getting bigger.

Ever look into de-caf or morning meditation?

Or you could just be a hypocrite.

“Sounds like someone has a case of the suppose to’s.”

Yet she has no problem being singing duets with noted woman-beater Chris Brown and being signed by his label.

Sure, loser.

Heres a plan: Meet me back here on 11/9.

Im glad you have a mental exit strategy for how to deal with your sides landslide loss.

I imagine its quite a shock to spend your life using religion to make other people feel like shit and then have it done to you.

I’m not anti-Semitic either, but I’m starting to get pretty pissed that my wife won’t tell me where she’s hiding her gold.

Heh Heh, you said...69...nice.

So weird—I heard she’ll be 45 in January.

It must be heartbreaking, knowing that your father doesn’t really want to have sex with you.