Those harlot doughnuts flaunting their holes and icing!

Writing exclusively for her new blog, Poosh

Maybe I could wear it with my Kimono shapewear.

He won’t say her name because he can’t pronounce it.

It’s just wedged in his rotting brain like an old tree branch in a sewer pipe.

This wad of ambulatory orangutan hair has so many projection issues he could open an AMC theater.

I’d duke it out over Lebanon bologna. That’s the best.

This was the article I didn’t know I needed.

About as well as converting to the metric system.

I mean, if he’s got severe dyslexia/dysgraphia, the amount of effort to overcome it might just seem too much. He clearly isn’t stupid (although equally clearly morally bankrupt.)

At least he can comfort his fee-fees with the notion that her state has to pay for all that extra security so she isn’t murdered by one of his grunting orc horde.

Seriously. Using that argument I could have killed about fifty people by now.

Plus, the use of the word “temptation” in the first place is implying that she somehow was alluring this poor upstanding boy into doing something oh-so-naughty, that she participated in her own rape.

If there’s one glaring example of how we’ve gone wrong as humans, it’s that we could develop the concept of “good” and promptly, constantly, and grossly misuse it.

The new often endears itself by disguising itself as the old.

I can’t read The Haunting of Hill House enough.

Honey, is that you?

As soon as Barr tells Dump he can’t do anything about Eptstein he’ll be out on his ass and hopefully in a prison cell.

Now fine these fucksticks until they turn out their pockets and moths come out.

Nice to see greed finally, finally turning on and devouring itself.