I’m playing a super shitty game called Adulthood. It starts by going to IKEA this evening after I get off work and, if you can imagine, gets worse from there. Tomorrow morning, early as all fuck, there’s a 1 year old’s birthday party. Then the stuff from IKEA? That needs to be put together. Dinner with in-laws. Sunday…

This guy gets it.

It sure helped my afternoon go by quickly.

I accept you into my circle of trust.

Someone will take the bait and it will be funny.

And we have a winner.

It was BIG mistake to let these folks keep their leadership positions after they lost to Donald Trump.

Holla at us when they discount this mofo:

Holla at us when they discount this mofo:

I SAID GOOD DAY SIR/M’AM.

I reject your facts and will continue to interpret the word “supertaster” however it pleases me.

YOU’RE USELESS.

Thin layers are fine. I agree.

WHOA WHOA WHOA, HOLD THE DANG PHONE.

About which part?

I was with you (because you agreed with me, which is instantly endearing) until you slandered the good name of white chocolate, which is admittedly cloying and disgusting in large quantities but as an accent flavor is sublime.

Me.

Zima is alcoholic sugar water. It will not be gendered. It simply “is.”