I’m Canadian, and we have them here, in western Canada, anyway. 

As a second guess: My cancerous ovaries. 

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Bear with me...

In my house we call that, ‘wet goat.’ Observe:

‘Tootight Lulumon’ is our winner. 

Some shitheel on Twitter told LittleMissFlint to “stay in her lane.” I want him to have a VERY BAD holiday season. Very bad.

Can’t hear you! I’m in my bunk!

I remember when your president was as dumb as seven sacks of hammers and I still felt safer than I do now.

He probably would have been distracted by his wife’s bare arms and shoulders. Slattern.

Dunham should just... stop. Just stop Dunhaming at this point.

Jesus. What?

I say a little prayer to Tommy Douglas every day. Every. Day. 

I’m sorry about your dad. I always said it was the chemo killing me, not the cancer. That shit can be effective, but it’s a fucking war crime. 

That is so diplomatic. ‘Troublesome rep.’ Indeed. 

Indeed. 

That bought me one more day on earth. 

What kind of lawyer is this?

Huh. I read this and thought, “His lawyer is a real piece of shit.”

Syphilis.