Is this not a huge HIPAA violation?

Christ, his sanpaku is showing BIG TIME

Ovaries so fuckin big she doesn’t need balls, methinks.

90 degrees is no big deal. 90 degrees and humidity over 85% is a very big deal, even to this thin broad.

I can’t have AC blowing at my face. The combination of somewhat dry eyes + contact + AC literally resulted in a contact popping off my eyeball once. (In my defense, I’d just gotten them and was still learning what the warning signs were.)

I pay extra to fly into Burbank instead of LAX on the rare occasions I have to fly to California. Given my destination is either Santa Clarita or Simi, it’s well worth the extra $50 to $75 each way to not have to deal with the fucking 405 (or, indeed, LAX in general).

And what happens when the bottled water is poisoned too, because of the delete two before adding one EO that he signed?

Please, bandy semantics with me some more, will you? Almost certain because there’s no certainty out there except for death. Sorry if that twiddles your pedantic little nibbles, but “almost certain” rather than “100% certain”, because the only thing I’m 100% certain of is dying someday.

I understand that different people, different situations. I am also almost certain that as a white woman, raising my voice to a cop who suggested that it’s okey-dokey for my son to be assaulting for dropping trash in the street would not likely wind up with me being arrested for daring to stomp on his manhood or…

I was in DC a few days ago. I’m kicking myself for eating at Capital Grille for lunch when I could have had lunch at BLT Prime in that dreadful gaudy hotel and then motherfucked the decor (and possibly the food) up and down to the delight of all of my friends.

Drunkle-In-Chief. I love it,

I’m convinced the women and men that I know who voted for Trump did so mainly because there’s no way there were gonna let that uppity, rich, ugly, fat bitch into office.

It’s times like this that I’m actually grateful for a protracted healing period from spinal surgery. At least I’ve got my Lortabs to keep me reasonably cheerful.

Did you catch her snarky comment about offending the “black stretch pants-wearing women” of America with that godawful fucking concoction she wore to the inauguration (that Yolandi Visser wore first, and far better).

Bess Kalb is the tiny highlight of my morning, every day, since this putz took office.

Honestly, every time he tweets, the tidal wave of disdainful comments is overwhelming. I’m guessing he doesn’t read the replies to his tweets. It’s eye-opening how many people are flat-out fucking ANGRY with this guy.

Textbook Gaslighting 101.

We’re not even a week into it. We’re not even a week into it.

What’s your point?

That’s why I don’t understand the whole “well, you have to treat cops differently when you’re black.” I could have yelled at that cop (done it before) and likely he would have just yelled back at me to simmer down, but he damn sure wouldn’t have said DON’T YOU BE PISSING ME OFF OR I’LL ARREST YOU. For what? Pissing…