This is my favorite post of today.

Caribou/reindeer are one of my all time favorite animals. I even have a caribou track tattoo that goes up my back and over my shoulder.

Please forgive my stupidity, please, but if the guy had HIV and didn’t tell his partner, then proceeded to have either protected or unprotected sex how is this not reckless endangerment? Why would this conviction cause outrage among LBGTQ advocates when this:

Hard pass.

Like I’ve said numerous times...this election wasn’t about who was the most qualified...it wasn’t even about who has the best policies...it was about feels vs reals. And reals lost hard, so hard.

Men aren’t terrible awful they have *some* positive qualities like being a tasty meal.

The fuck. what was the joke?

I literally can’t think of a single man who stood up and took responsibility for his bullshit this year.

Fair enough.

I honestly think I will never forgive America for not electing our first and long overdue female president over a fucking liar & cheat. The misogyny this election brought out from the progressive side was truly depressing as fuck. It’s like we know conservatives hate us but it kind of blindsided me from our side. And…

Dylann Roof, I guess.

Wouldn’t it have been easier and possibly more uplifting to publish the very short list of men who took responsibility for their bullshit? I realize it would be a short article, but we kind of already know who the assholes are.

Ebola is a hoax invented by the Chinese to destroy the American auto industry.

Yes. But they were voting for a man, a WHITE man, so they didn’t give a fuck because he is one of them.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: it’s a good thing that the Trump conflicts of interest aren’t over something truly sinister, like helping African children who have AIDS.

Interesting— the soundtrack is one of my favorite parts of the film!

True story. I think perseverating over Trump’s *haha* minor fails is like taking a break from a dense textbook to read a stupid gossip mag. A little light junk food fare for the mind to keep it from exploding.

Renowned butcher Pat LaFrieda once dared me to eat an eyeball that he himself popped out of the skull of a roasted pig. That eyeball tasted better than the Trump Grill’s (Grille’s) Gold Label Burger, a Pat LaFrieda–branded short-rib burger blend molded into a sad little meat thing, sitting in the center of a…

since he cant sell burgers at his restaurant and can’t sell his steaks at sharper image, he has to take his beef to twitter.