Poor Bruce...so much for enjoying his glass of wine in peace, thanks Page Six.

Hey, I totally understand the rant. This Weiner’s weiner needs cutting off.;)

I’m trying to decide how much of my “lock him up and throw away the key” reaction is based on what a gross pig monkey predatory piece of shite he is and how much is based on my anger over his fucking up the election.

You know how I know the hatred of the obama’s was race related? The fact that people think the motherfucking trumps are classy in comparison. These fuckers are literally the most tacky people ever.

Full sincerity here; we’ll miss you and your writing here. I’m continually sad to see so many brilliant writers leaving this place, but I understand. It’s tough watching this place get slowly defanged and made increasingly mainstream and Voxian, but damn if you all aren’t magnificent at what you do.

I and the rest of America can never forgive him for eating burnt steaks with ketchup.

I don’t know how the fuck anyone can drink Diet Coke.

Are we sure it wasn’t Russian dressing??

How is it possible that this motherfucker has THE WORST possible taste with everything. Literally everything. He’s a fucking caricature.

Diet coke, extra sauce, another scoop of ice cream....

Mr. Trump cannot even send birthday wishes without positioning himself in absolute center of the photograph.

The fact that he still refers to the ban as “the ban” is really not going to help his case in court, is it?

“As good fortune would have it, we had a bodyguard that summer,” she writes. They persuaded their bodyguard to buy lemonade, and then their driver, and then the maids, who “dug deep for their spare change.” The lesson, she says, is that the kids “made the best of a bad situation.”

I don’t remember my mom being friends with the parents of any of my friends, and it didn’t even occur to me that she should be. It’s hard enough to find friends without the added pressure of aligning social circles with your child.

Dude. Hugs

About seven years ago I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. I was lucky in that it was fairly isolated so they just chopped that sucker out, but I was devastated by the treatments. Just.. so so sick. An old friend of mine (we'd shared a really shitty apt in NYC in my early 20s and during this time she and I had had a…

"Sorcia, I'm in love with your best friend [a dude with a hilariously ridiculous name that I cannot post here]. We're moving to Virginia and I hope you'll be happy for us."

Can we make it clear that the husband in Love Actually is CHIWETEL EJIOFOR?! Why would you ever think about leaving him?