Eric Trump, rich prick.

Movie product.

The problem is that if the mechanism for verifying address shows you’re not at that address, there’s very little you can do other than vote provisionally.

Get ready to be surprised.

In America? Not a stretch.

Yeah, this doesn’t work. Try having this discussion with a person who leaves the dishes in the sink for a couple of days, and when asked why they don’t do the dishes, it’s because “I’m tired,” or “They’re smelly”.

About three weeks ago, I had a near-miss argument with Mrs. Jabroni’s Older Sister, who is still a Bernie supporter.

Grasping at straws, Ashely. Damage is done. Every fucktard that can phrase the question, “Please pass the butter” as a screaming epithet has taken Trump’s candidacy as tacit endorsement that the GOP, and The Country, needs them and their special brand of communication, their special message.

I braved the train, and by the fourth stop on the line, we were full. It was harmless-- mostly a bunch high school kids who were taking the day off school because, well, it’s a day off school. Worst, though, were the drunken college idiots who were yelling and screaming and terrorizing the little kids. Many moms…

Joe Buck is nothing more than a shit machine with legs. Somehow, he’s managed to parlay that into a career.

Looking forward to this. Anything Dana Gould does is definitely worth a look.

And make a glacially-paced film even longer?

When Mrs. Jabroni saw the new cookbook she asked me, “Wait. What’s she been doing all this time?”

It’s either this or 336 pledge programming hours of “The Five Guys That Sing Doo-Wop At Carnage Hall While The Royal Family Looks On In Detached Fascination As Celtic Women Furiously Fiddle To Dr Noel Fielding’s ‘400 Ways To Love Sugar And Never Age’”.

This is ultra boss. Well done!

Mrs. Jabroni and I decided early on that kids weren’t in the picture. We are both getting on in years, and didn’t want to be septuagenarians when the last kid crossed the High School finish line. I don’t have that inexhaustible reserve of sighing gently to myself after Junior’s made the same bonehead mistake 38…

Should we give a shit?

I submit this overestimates the “want” window by a factor of candy-corn-is more-disgusting-than-circus-peanuts-and-they’re-basically-dead-fingers.

I just came to say that Bill Heider’s Steinberger bass is killer.