It makes me concerned that Amy Heckerling may have a brain tumor at the mere suggestion of Katy Perry as Cher. Amy, please get checked out ASAP.

This is a picture from last week, right?

Get Paul Rudd to reprise his role and I am there. I don’t care how much older he is.

Brittany Snow.

Ugh! As IF!

“usually reasonable burlap sack full of rancid Peeps...” -do you lie awake at night thinking of these? They are simply epic and may get me through the next year with these asshats.

Trump is done like a bun. He’s exhausted and realizes that he can’t keep up this charade any longer. He’s clearly pulling a section-8 here; this is his version of MASH’s Klinger walking around in a dress.

OMG, bearded red-shirt guy with the baffled blinking. <3

Don’t worry. The fact that so many voters LOVE him means we are doomed whether he’s trolling or not.

Good Lord why is it that every time conservatives go batshit (Trump, Starbucks cup complaints, etc.) they accuse us of making up an actual thing that happened simply to make them look bad? People, you don’t need our help looking like fools.

Man, I am SO a fan of this routine of referring to Trump as an increasingly bizarre ruined object- the possibilities are endless!

I’ve lived in the Midwest, the Northeast, and the South, and “a bunch of casually bigoted dickholes” describes most people everywhere.

I think “hole-in-the-wall” is pretty neutral but whenever I hear the term “dive bar” I pretty much expect an all-white clientele supremely conscious that they are in a dive bar. I’ve never been disappointed and I’ve been going (reluctantly) to “dive bars” for 30 years.

Yelp: For terrible people who like to dine out.

You’ve answered your own question. “Dive bar” and “hole in the wall” are not racist. “Ghetto” and “hood” are racist.

Botto Bistro in San Francisco

LOL, for real though. It’s like being on the L train without headphones

I feel you. And yours must be worse than mine, because earplugs work 90% of the time for me (ie, unless he’s being REALLY loud).

I support this. I don’t want my husband’s crap near my things.

I once caught my psych teacher reading a book called the Hypomanic Edge, about how lots of historical figures probably were crazy risk takers with too much energy and that applies to lots of people starting businesses. It’s probably in some part applying an idea/medical diagnosis to the circumstances, but the crazy…