Just keep digging, Roy. It’s worked out so well.

“The Perfect Evening Fragrance!”

“An irresistible floral fragrance, with alluring undertones of death.......”

They look like crime scene photos! Not a fan.

Given that it’s only applied to performative sexuality and women changing their last names, I believe the definition has simply changed, to- well, whatever the fuck this is.

Empowerment Through Junk Food and General Squalor!

Maybe “Fat Old Slobby Hag”?

Personally, I’m holding out for the “Fat Slob” shirt.

Yeah. I can see why it can be difficult to get to the decision, but boy can it ever be a mercy for you and your loved ones both.

I saw an interview with her in which she seemed particularly horrified by Trump’s “bleeding out of her wherever” comment: “Women knew what he was talking about!” Right you are, Barbara.

I get the feeling they don’t like him very much.

Because they’re three, maybe. But it really is a bizarre way for grown adults to behave.

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If he brings fuckface down, I’ll start a petition to get him his own holiday.

Michael really is easy on the eyes, isn’t he? Sometimes, the universe just knows you need a mood booster.

That piece really was just the encouragement I needed.

TOTAL WITCH HUNT REQUEST LIVE- in which contestants compete for the right to sic a witch hunt on the target of their choice.

I’m wondering if the birth didn’t feel like a cinch to them, compared to the multiple entangled offspring I’m sure they’ve dealt with with some of their clients!

Precipitous births are my favorite kind of birth story. I have a friend whose mom- my own mom’s dear friend -wound up having to deliver my friend’s baby when the midwife got detained by a traffic cop. I know my friend cherishes the memory, as her mom wound up dying a year later.

Christ. The way he was talking about it, it was like the sick fuck was aroused at the thought of unprecedented rape- like he was having his sick fuck fantasies right up there on stage.