heh.
I’ve been coming here since the summer of 2009.
#forevergrey

Ashley’s tweet, that upset her mom:

You’re adorable. If you were Tom Brady’s daughter or mother, he probably wouldn’t kiss you as warmly as he does his son and dad, but he would definitely still kiss you!

In all fairness to Dr. Rear Admiral Action Jackson... I mean, percs are one helluva drug.

Yes. But this is Northam’s “page” in the yearbook, and every other picture on it is of him. And his Lt Gov is already defending him.

It’s funny because the company’s name is Foxconn.

Was it that hard for The Hill to score a pic of a teen vaping, instead of Mr. Buttondowncufflinks?

Also, the comments are astounding: vape vs smoke, with not a single mention of nicotine.

Listen, we don’t tell you how to medicate your servants.
- NFL Owners Committee

Just wait till this guy starts showing some confidence on the court.

You just know this clown has auto-start and heated seats, and for the two months weather gets below 45F in KY, he’s not going out until his car is warmed up thoroughly.

Wealthy Centrist Chooses Against 2020 Presidential Run.
Too bad we’re not talking about Howard Shultz.

Fuck. While our school mascot was the Owls, I can pretty much guarantee that everything else listed in sections 1 & 2 happened at my high school, back in 1979-1983, in the suburbs of Philadelphia. 

I absolutely meant birdshot.

Which I am totes cool with, brother. Come over, we’ll smoke a jay and talk about shit #goodneighbors

I’m told that if I aim it at the slab-on-grade floor in front of him, it might be fun to watch his shins turn to sawgrass. I’m told that by people like you, who like to brag how much they know about firearms, and who think every dog has to be a big, giant guard dog.

Things I would acquire, for the purpose of defending my home, before I would buy a handgun (I will never buy a handgun) as stated by 40-year-old homeowner-with-two-young-children me, to my in-laws, 13 years ago:

78. A shotgun, loaded with buckshot. Because I don’t want to kill somebody.

The problem with that takeoff is that, in real life, Ann Coulter’s tits rest just above her navel, and her upper lip has never moved.

Too much risk of failure. Stephen Miller lures stray cats, only to strangle them.

In Name of the Rose, Jorge of Borgos keeps the last surviving copy of Aristotle’s Poetics hidden away in the concealed finis Africae room of the abbey, going so far as to murder the other monks who’d discovered its existence, because Jorge feared that the treatise comedy had the power to overturn the order of…