More than anything, I wish I could take away Trump’s voice. Not just his literal voice. I want to take away his ability to communicate anything. No interviews, no tweets, not even so much as a whisper to Melania. I want him to be trapped in his own mind with his brain turds and not be able to do anything with them.

I agree. Maybe it’s sentimentality, but the idea of the new Gawker burns me up more than if those same people had just started their own dumb site with a different name. Don’t use someone else’s good name to sell me your bullshit.

If Pences dumb tweets will be making it into Barf Bag, he’s going to need an into. Something like:

E) his endorsement was on Primary day, nit election day. On election day, his batshit crazy candidate lost an R +10 seat to a Democrat 

I know nothing about an Air Force plane landing at an airport (which I do not own and have nothing to do with) near Turnberry Resort (which I do own) in Scotland, and filling up with fuel, with the crew staying overnight at Turnberry (they have good taste!). NOTHING TO DO WITH ME

I always associate Marie Osmond with that horrible Marie frita fry belle doll that Hoyt’s mother brought off tv on True Blood. 

I am so fucking tired of this blithering stupidity. How? How is he still immune to this? How do people continue to bleed devotion to him? How is this still happening? What the fuck will it take for this ridiculous parasite to actually get what he deserves!?

A) We live in the dumbest reality.

Eight years ago we all thought Sarah was the most dysfunctional and absurd thing that would ever happen to politics in the United States. Things are now so bad that I can’t even remember what it is she (and hubby) got up to.

The idea of the BBC finding something “too emotionally muted” made me giggle. 

I’d say the whales are.....FINished.

I didn’t even think of that. Yes. Give it to her and then set fire to the lab, the pills, and the records. Now it’s the story of science saving humanity, much nicer. 

As long as RBG gets the drug treatment next and NO ONE FUCKING ELSE, cool cool cool cool cool no doubt no doubt.

It started with him saying on camera that he was thinking of or praying (can’t remember) for the people of Alabama because of the storm. Reporters pointed out the mistake.

On top of my ex? He hated showering so only did it once or twice a month. He liked it when I would lightly scratch his back (not as part of sex, just as a relaxing thing) and I would end up with gunk under my nails afterward. My explanation is I was... going through a lot.

A bedroom after work as a teen at Pizza Hut, not so much the grossest place I’ve had sex but more the grossest thing after sex. We had taken home a load of carafes from Pizza Hut for an after work party. I was very thirsty after sex and grabbed a carafe in the dark and took a long swig only to realise mid swallow that…

I never tip the washroom attendant, if only because I never agreed to his presence and honestly would be more comfortable if there were no washroom attendant. Point me to a washroom without an attendant, instead. I will tip you out if you point me to a washroom without an attendant.