“Empty” mayo and ranch dressing bottles stand overnight half-filled with water and a dab of detergent, well shaken, to help ensure my drains don’t get clogged. Yay or nay?

My Dobie goes in the laundry with the hot-wash whites and bleach. But I only do a huge load once a month so in the meantime I do the following: (1) every couple days, nuke the sponge; (2) twice a week, ALSO pop the sponge in a clean old Skippy jar with water and detergent and make a mini-washing machine/shake weight;…

I’m confident it’ll bounce back.

Can’t wait to see that slapdick Jon McNaughton’s rendition. Trump will be standing—no, towering—over everyone as they grovel in the dust, trembling in the fearsome light of his halo. In the lower right corner, Mallard Fillmore will be saving the Constitution from a serpent in a yarmulke. 

They can still get the food, they’ve just lost the convenience of delivery to their doorstep (and the option of destroying the life of the delivery person). But I get what you mean; the loss of that convenience will make the biggest assholes among them wail and gnash.

What is feck, anyway? I mean, if someone is feckless, someone else must have feck, right? It stands to reason. Is it polite encouragement to tell someone to “get fecked”? Why do people keep punching me?

“I can’t believe that asshole actually said......honey, are you taking notes?”

Pardon yourself. When you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.

Turns out tacking “for Jesus” onto “being a deplorable” doesn’t make it any more acceptable.

“And then the baby looked at me.”

“Gotta respect the flag” (WARNING: PUKE DANGER)

If it can make a cat faint or barf, I want no part of it.

You know what I very rarely see in these videos? Violent response.

He still attempts to physically dominate (pushing and shoving and that stupid grab-and-yank handshake stunt) every single human being who comes within arm’s reach. And there was a LOT of noise about how “Melanie” was always slapping his pussygrabber away. You don’t do that to a star! You let them do what they want!

The edgier edgelords would be giggling about cannibalism and nose bones.

And now you are in a place where you can gleefully punch down on the woman left behind with ten children to care for.

Won’t eat a salad or (heaven forfend) tofu but they’ll eat (or “juice”) a raw onion because of some unsubstantiated nonsense they read at Idiot Central. That’s fine. Who wants these bubbleheaded dumbfucks to live?

Meh...keep on crying.