I grew up in a small, sleepy town. After watching Beverly Hills Cop with a bunch of stoner friends, we discussed the likelihood that a banana in a tailpipe would disable a car. We got a bunch at the store and hit every cop car we could find that night, even a few in their parking lot and a Sheriff who came into a 7-11…

He didn’t just claim it was rigged, he set up a committee of ass-kissers to look into it. And then...crickets.

Travolta needs to add to the tweet “Up his nose with a rubber hose!”

Mustard gas.

I thought it was the turtle and the scorpion. At least it is now.

Gas from eating all those sour grapes.

Funny to hear conservatives suddenly so concerned about bipartisanship.

You know who shoots people in the back? Cowards.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Scrunched Earth.

People like that should be made to dig graves, or at least volunteer at the local hospital.

Don’t think he needs any help. He’s most of the way there by himself.

“Screenshots from an alt-right message board showed Trump supporters discussing the last goodbyes they made to their families in the event that they don’t survive this week’s protests.”

“I just think, maybe it takes personal experience sometimes to get on board,”

She’s confusing the categories with water fountains; options instead of restrictions. Bad faith is the only way conservatives can argue.

350,000 people have not entered the chat.

A game show check!

Grab for power = getting more legal votes.

“TSA agents screened more than 1 million people”

You want my spare pans to melt down for bombers? Screw you!