I’m not gonna hate on your love of candy corn because I’m probably the only person out here who likes the black jelly beans.

I’m in a start-up in a very old building in one of the oldest parts of my city, so I hear you on that. Because of our ancient plumbing when it gets hot in the summer, there’s a smell in the bathrooms that is a revelation, or more likely comes right out of Revelations.

This is why I don’t partake of potluck food in my office from randoms unless I’ve seen them wash their hands in the bathroom. If you’re nasty in public, I can only imagine what the conditions of your home/kitchen are like. NOPE.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I have one cat who can’t be assed to cover their shit, so this would be a real olfactory treat. 

They are vile. 

Dino Rossi just won’t die will he? He’s like political herpes. 

I think you’re condescending racist fuckwit who should probably go back to whatever rock you oozed out from under.

White male privilege is a hell of a drug. 

He’s not Moore, but very likely a Tomato Face alias. 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, you’re cute. Go back under your bridge, troll. 

Tough shit on those other people. Perhaps they should have spoken up. 

“you chicks should smile more.”

Hey, dipshit, we don’t have an official language. 

Down with neck condoms!

Get a scarf. Turtlenecks are Satan’s own garment and should be shunned.

Bucket hats are not my thing, but such is the power of Rihanna that she makes me think this outfit is working.

Heavens, no, not just you. This fool managed to pack so much wrong into one sentence that I’m kind of amazed by it.

Well, I’m sure any woman of size would claim the lesbian route after meeting such a fine specimen as yourself.

True, we do have you.