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I don’t know about you, but even when I get a whiff of cigarette smoke on another person’s clothes, I automatically avoid them.

Viva la Bloomberg 

Numerous reporters spotted carts of Bud Light being rolled into the Capitol in preparation for a GOP House celebration.

The sooner people realize McCarthy is in the top 5 of the funniest people who ever lived ever the better off we’ll all be.

God, shithead looks like a naked mole rat seeing the sun for the first time.

Fuckface is more like it. I loathe this family.

They came in like a wrecking ball...

But the hands will get MUCH larger...

Everyone knew Gibson was a douche, because of all the shit he started spewing a few years ago.

I have been watching the various incarnations of the nazi punch pretty much non-stop for the past day or so and they still have yet to get old. Personal fave:

Ugh, he’s coming to Washington? I’m nowhere near these campuses but the fact that he’s in my beloved state makes me want to blow chunks.

He’s going to be at WSU in Pullman on January 19, the day before American democracy dies. The university demanded that the College Republicans fork over an extra $2k to pay for extra security and barriers. They cried discrimination (of course), and some asshat put up a GoFundMe page for the event. Everything sucks.

I told my boss and my teachers that I won’t be on campus that day. As someone who has dealt with sexual violence on a college campus, I’m not going to class and I’ll work from home that day. I absolutely will not be on campus. I agree though. I hope my fellow huskies shut it down.

The satanic temple is like the only “religion” I respect at this point. Go Satan go!

One could draw the conclusion that those who vote Republican aren’t the sharpest pencils in the pack, are they?

My tale isn’t exactly public, but at least there’s a witness. It’s a story of shame and the meaning of friendship.

Innocuous fact: My grandma kept a baggie full of drinking straws, napkins and supermarket produce bags in the glovebox of my grandpa’s Oldsmobile for kiddo soda drinking occasions and such (bag was for trash, natch).