This always reminds me of this famous Family Guy line:

Just like how 85% of overweight dudes think they’re “strong” instead of fat.

Well that’s horrifying.

But somehow the President of Mexico was able to contact the United States and offer support and assistance... last week.

He’s a shitty dog with a shitty bone DG. It’s super alarming, the fact he’s concerned with such menial small potatoes as his hands...ugh. Just got hit with what like a hundred hurricanes? But he’s gotta fixate on some slight to his fragile masculinity.

He didn’t “become” a billionaire, he inherited money from his father and actually has done worse with it than if he had just invested in a fund directly tied to the S&P.

realtime video of me reading this headline:

Yes, she does. She rapes third world seamstresses by proxy.

For Ivanka, the documentary made Charlottesville hit home in a way that other White House controversies had not. “Seeing those images and hearing [Ivanka’s] name invoked later on obviously made it very personal,”

So, basically... “bitch set me up.” Got it.

I’m confused. If these men are so “weak” and unable to control themselves around a teenager, then why are they in power in the first place? Shouldn’t that exempt them from being put into such positions if they can’t stop getting their dicks out and snapping pics?

The name for that color is staring us right in the face:

My Father was an Air Force Air Mobility Command Officer (Now Retired). I’ll let his email to me speak for itself:

“Captained?” That place used “continental service” which each serving team made up of a captain, a waiter, and a busser. Captains stay in the front taking orders, opening wine, doing the table side cooking, etc. Waiters run food and drinks, etc, and the bussers do what all bussers do. It’s old school and tuxedos are…

Your anecdote and your Kinja handle are a perfect marriage.

“Dude, I shkrellied so much last night that I, like, burned off a bunch of layers of skin in my throat. This morning for breakfast I drank a big glass of lemonade before I could think about it, and I almost passed out from the pain.”

so fucked. we judge the male perps by their potential future, while judging the female victims by their past. AMERICA.

How about he’s walking away so you drop your friend as close as possible to their car, potentially right next to or behind it, and they get into their car. Then everyone drives away.

“Homeless guy walks up to my car, yells at me and says insulting things.”