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When I was 16, my mom asked me what I really wanted for my birthday. I told her I wanted a car.

Hopefully back to Netflix because I hate Bell with the fury of a thousand burning suns.

What galls me is that the Dixie Chicks were burned at the stake for saying that they are ashamed that GWB is from Texas, but Ted Nugent and others are calling for Obama and Hillary to be literally killed and that’s totally fine with the Dixie Chicks haters.

No. If Drake’s gonna marry a basic white girl who can’t dance, it will be ME.

Do not take advice from people on Jezebel who do not know you or your boyfriend.

Self absorbent guys arent all bad. You can use them to clean wine spills.

What about a haunted house that never happened. is that Schrödinger’s terrorism?

The lovely penguin after she won the WWE championship

Working together to Make Orange Great Again.

I can’t do anything about wine, but here’s a kitty sitting in a box he had to give up attempting to lay down in because he’s a big, big boy.

When I was ten years old, all I wanted to be was a sportswriter. Being from the DC area, and writing for my school paper, I called up the Post sports desk and asked to speak to Michael Wilbon, Thomas Boswell, Tony Kornheiser, and Jennifer Frey. All four of them eventually called me back including Wilbon who had just

Yeah, it does seem like a no-brainer. But, then again, so does just about every one of his supporters.

Not that this matters, but I quoted that Jerri Blank line at the start of my wedding vows. “I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY” indeed!

I’ll have you know my list does not say “kill.” I have two columns: “Inquire as to their availability Saturday night” and “Gift unto them the finest chocolates.”

What we really need to be asking ourselves now is does he play a sport and are his parents wealthy.

My nasty ass and my nasty ass mama voted by post- all the way from Merry Olde England where I live and she’s visiting. We’re from Illinois, which is as blue as Lake Michigan, but we are taking no chances.

Nasty me, and a car full of nasty neighbor women, nastily voted early today. Then we came home and had brunch with from-her-wherever-marys.

To me, “Would you like a hug?” has a better ring to it than “Can I have a hug?” It puts the emphasis on the child’s want instead of the adult.

I tried to pretend that I was happy and I got called out on it, big time. That’s the truth and that’s what happened. It sucks.