My name is Monique. It’s right there in my byline, at the bottom of the article in my bio AND right next to your name in the comment. Don’t play with me. Don’t disrespect my name or the spelling thereof.

Nice try Margaritaville but you’ll never be Mars 2112 (RIP)

“I’m moving to New York!” the May 29 appeal said. “I’ve accepted a job to work in the conservative media movement to combat the lies and deceipt of the liberal MSM.

Project Veritas preparing for their next big exposé 

“We talk funny. Try to cultivate forced mood. Ooga booga. Keep watching show.”

I’m intensely bored with this repetitive war: “Let’s see this scene from that person’s POV this week.” But nothing turns ennui to rage like the Junkyard Goths. They make absolutely no sense. Nude sculpting? Crazy bangs? Weird speech patterns? I can believe their leader has suffered some kind of psychotic break to lead…

Oh cool, this show has resorted to whipping out my least favorite cliche, the ‘let me fight, I can fight too!’ kid.

what a bad, bad episode. And this garbage people thing... the show just comes to a screeching halt every time they’re in a scene.

Soylent Green’s The Walking Dead Stray Observations: Black Friday with The Garbage Patch Kids Edition

People really don’t understand this enough. “Owning Libs” is the entirety of the ideology for a huge chunk of his base.

Tiger just wants to win a round of golf for a change.

Gold Digest called to say that I was PROBABLY going to be named “Golfer of the Year,” like last year, but I would have to agree to an interview and a major photo shoot. I said probably is no good and took a pass. Thanks anyway!

He learned to spell honer honor correctly.

He’s obsessed with it:

...in Los Angeles

Surely this can easily be solved with a new publicly-funded billion-dollar stadium.

Live look at the school for wrestling referees:

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