JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ADD SOME PANKO OR SOMETHING FIRST

What’s worse is she’s comparing being accused of drugging and raping people to the backlash she received after that awful sketch she wrote for Ted Danson to wear blackface at an NAACP event where she was the honoree. She’s standing up for accused rapist because over twenty years ago, her jokes didn’t land.

Wow, way to make the whole situation about you, Whoopi! Her narcissism is off the fucking charts. “Mel Gibson can’t be a racist, because he’s never said anything racist to my face.” “Cosby can’t be a rapist, because people have made snap judgments about me in the past.” Ugh, she disgusts me.

What a shock that Whoopi, ardent defender of 43 year old Roman Polanski drugging and raping a 13 year old girl, refuses to believe that Bill Cosby raped 40+ women over the course of his career after admitting to buying drugs to give to women to rape them.

I guess going EGOT doesn’t give someone a clearer vision of the world at all

Walgreens seems to have the person at the checkout yelling “Welcome to Walgreens” as you walk in the door (at least the few by me).

I’m so happy about today’s decision. Between the Obamacare ruling & the Marriage Equality ruling it is a SHIT week to be a conservative but an awesome week to be a decent human being. Now, if you’ll excuse me... I have a champagne glass to filll with republican tears. Slaínte!

WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE TO LICK

I tried this method after watching that episode of Good Eats.

It works Ok, and was my preferred method for a year or so until my wife ruined my bowl trying to make kettle corn.

The heavy gauge stainless is important. I replaced the nice bowl my wife destroyed with a thin gauge bowl and it would frequently stick and…

It’s pretty rich of her to construe a homeland security dude doing his job as “trying to get his 15 minutes” considering she hitched her wagon to an aging alcoholic superstar and hasn’t looked back since.

My Dad (and Mom) circa 1975, taken in their home in Queens, NY. They died in an accident when I was 3 just one year later. He was 26.

My dad on his wedding day, 1979. Second from the right, in the white linen suit.

Grandaddy and Granny, circa 1950. You don’t want it with his dimples.

Before my grandpa became a refugee and immigrated to the US, he was a puppeteer in his home country. He’s second from the left. He was the most amazing, wonderful, funny man I have ever known and 17 years after his death I still miss him every single day.

Dad (and mom) looking fly while waiting for the bus in the mid 70s. Love you, Daddy!