Nextdoor is a cesspool. Theoretically its supposed to be used for things like recommending a service, finding a babysitter, asking a question about garbage pickup; in reality it’s where scared white people make the assumption that everyone, by virtue of living in the same area, thinks the same. Every person of color…

I can’t comment on that photo. If it is Ralph Northam it obviously was an incredibly stupid moment. However, I worked with him 10 or so years ago, and found him to be an incredibly compassionate individual who truly cared for the children and families in his care, unlike Jerry Falwell Jr., who seems only to care for…

Another couple of years I’m going to look like the melting face Nazi in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Once I hit fifty, I realized the only Hollywood face mine resembled was Bette Davis in Whatever happened to Baby Jane?  Now that I am pushing sixty I feel like my face resembles Trump’s approval polls-everything is trending downward.

Apparently the dog has had a number of injuries since she adopted him-attacked by another dog, choking, torn nails.. you can tell a lot about a person by how she treats her dog. Shit person, shit dog owner.

She doesn’t have any employees-like many salons, they are subcontractors. So that 18k in PPP, which is supposed to be used to subsidize her employees salaries, is going straight into her pocket BECAUSE SHE HAS NO EMPLOYEES.

The conservative defense is always to throw the wife under the bus. See Duncan Hunter and Bob McDonnell.

I would cut off my own genitals after having such a dream. Unless of course, sex with Eric Trump ended in me biting off his head and eating him like a praying mantis.

Yes like that.  My dad used to take us to a flea market on the weekends and he’d always buy us a bag to share. Now I want to go home and make zeppole.

I’m happy that my son is old enough to just watch porn in his room. 

My grandmother used to make zeppole at Christmas. They were basically flour and water, maybe some sugar if she had it. Sometimes she used leftover pizza dough. She dusted them with confectioners sugar or honey. She’d fry them one at a time in a little saucepan. After I took over making them I found a real recipe, but…

I’m just going to say it. I hope I live long enough to see him dead.

Well we know Melania won’t pop up positive since she doesn’t go near her husband and she doesn’t actually do anything that brings her into contact with the little(diseased)people.

The Bob McDonnell defense didn’t work for Bob McDonnell either.

I have a suspicion Don Jr is dating her for precisely that reason. He probably call her Mom...er, Melania in bed. And she lets him.

I do not think that is the face Jesus gave her at birth.

You’d think with the education Cindy Crawford could afford to provide for her children, he’d at least be able to parse a sentence. Or is that part of that whole “look how street I am even though I’m a rich white boy from Calabasas” thing?

My nona’s rules for food were that every part of every food was edible. Her speciality was something my father referred to as fricassee of beaks and claws. And she made a mean stewed prune and hard boiled egg dessert.

Forrest Gump got shot in the ass.

I do not care about Kim or Kortney or latex or the fact that they both look like robots covered with human skin.