“I got out of fucking this guy because of his impotence, how dare you give him something to make him be able to fuck again?”

What if some nobody from Whallopusoa, Kansas wears the blue dress better than Melania? How will we be able to tell the movers & shakers and upper class bitches from the trailer hoes down the road?

I find this absolutely fucking amazing that despite repeatedly saying that you want to get sterilized, they will not do it. “Oh, you might...”

I don’t want to get my tubes tied for a couple of reasons, including family members who have had issues with it. MisterDisco is scared to get his tubes tied because he heard one too many horror stories about epididymal blowouts from too many different guys at a few different jobs. And I understand and respect that.

That’s fucking god awful. 

oh, oh, oh, but the reply to that is SO IT’S SO MUCH BETTER TO KILL THEM IN THE WOMB, HANH?

Even if that family member impregnated the woman by RAPE OR INCEST. EVEN STILL? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK

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.