They’re both amazing experiences in their own rite, I’m glad you got to see them both ways! I like how they bring a humongous crowd together and rile us up and temper it back down so you just *feel* closer to the strangers around you. Like good X, lol. But there is something really cool about a club show, more like…

Eat dick. Choke. Die.

Have not clicked yet but off the still alone, it looks like a bald Vicki Gunvalson. Or one of Kim Zolciak’s lips.

Poo javelin, lmao. Your name is such a creative take on shit flinging.

Soul sister!

Well, I mean, let’s be honest. The odds of being adored are in your favor.

I love their unabashed declarations of who Trump actually is and who he represents. No sugar-coating, no alluded song and dance. When so many people today still try and find excuses for these ideologies, even in spite of all we’ve seen, I’m happy there are people with a platform who don’t mind calling it out.

When I am cooking dinner, I pretend I’m hosting my own Food Network show.

Hey buddy, those beets aren’t going to eat themselves. We’re all waiting on you. Finish them and then we can talk about a sweet impeachment cobbler.

What if it actually *was* Bannon. Trump puts a tiny finger on the left and right sides of it, then pushes up and out... and there manifests Bannon. He probably keeps Assange in there, too.

Ditto.

And that 8% are the ones most likely to fart when the elevator door closes.

Ah, ya know, just getting the leaky canoe ready for when the dam bursts. Lots of scared patients who need reassurance they will not be abandoned, trying to make sure labs are in and as many people cared for in the moment as possible, sending out 6 mos of eRx for stable, chronic patients to alleviate some of their…

Ahhh, the beautiful DsG! One of many I’ve missed the last couple weeks. How are you?

I think it likes you.

I can’t quite figure out who he reminds me of and best I can come up with is a former Mighty Duck with a little heroin habit.

“The concept allows the show’s creators to present mirror versions of a story we all know. The dead boy’s mom mimics what black parents say: that her son was a good kid and he wasn’t a criminal. Beck says what white officers say: that he’s a “good cop” who killed someone in the line of duty.”

But the rich guy is alright, right? He’ll be okay? Please god, tell us he’ll pull through this.

It’s just clips of the music video to “Jesus of Suburbia” by Green Day (American Idiot). Good song, good album.

For those uninterested in reading through his bullshit, here’s the gist: