Thank you for putting that song in my head. I am not being sarcastic. I still know every word, and most of the moves to the dance they did when they performed on Solid Gold and I recorded it on our brand-new VHS player.

Because her friend could not possible be a rapist, it’s alcohol and hookup culture, and a political correctness. For holding a man accountable for rape. Political correctness. The awfulness of this woman is the prime example of women fucking over other women for the status quo. I’m the right kind of woman, the victim…

I would be willing to give so much more in my tax dollars to launch her into space as part of an immersion learning course.

Pasty, flabby and riddled with phlebitis. A good, republican body. (Borrowed heavily from Richard Nixon’s head, lamenting the loss of his body on Futurama)

I’m sorry, does Donald Trump consider himself thin? I would never insult him for being pudgy because who cares, but it seems like he thinks he has a conventionally ideal physique, which...

Maybe there should be a challenge where they set up a fake life or death scenario and force the men to choose between saving her or Mark Cuban, and whoever chooses Mark Cuban gets eliminated? And possibly also shot into the sun to “experience the process” of going to space?

Why the hell do we have $34 billion worth of excess military grade weaponry just lying around, waiting to be distributed? Oh, right.

Won’t someone think of the beautiful blonde children?

And why haven’t these people been worried about their sons in the men’s room all this time? Oh, so maybe it’s not really about protecting their kids.