As fun as it is watching a sentient sebaceous cyst and an amoral skin lesion take turns throwing one another underneath busloads of racist yokels, it’s more fun to spend a bomb cyclone with a giant sheepdog.

Well, it’s official. I broke down over New Years and had a major depressive episode, was sent to a psychiatrist, and was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder. I wanted to die. The stress over not only the shit in my own life (high housing costs, bills, student loans) just cannot gel with the stress that I’m…

I agreed with you until earlier today when it came out that Wolff has audio tapes of almost every conversation in question and on the subject of “How would you know what Bannon said to Ailes at a dinner party?” the response was “The dinner party was at my house.”.

Donald Trump’s lawyer, an old friend of ours, has sent a cease-and-desist letter to Michael Wolff’s publisher, Henry Holt and Co.. An excerpt of Wolff’s book, which started a war of words between Trump and Steve Bannon, was published yesterday. [Washington Post]

I love that the party of “states rights” are against it when the states approve something they don’t like (Gay Marriage/Weed/ect.)

Christalmighty! I’m so sorry... and I’m so sorry you didn’t push him into a nearby open grave while he was there.

Y’know, I WAS feeling better after being sick all day. Then you had to go and post this gold.

Rotten.com, huh? So, you must’ve seen the photo of the deceased gentleman at the body farm who comes to bear a striking resemblance to Stevarino around Day 4 or so.

sorry to all pretty pets

That photo is kiiiiiilllling me with laughter. This will be my morning self-evaluation question now: “How am I today? Am I Marzipan, or am I Henri?”

Will a cat do in a pinch? These are my two loveable idiots, Babou and Chewie.

My daily routine involves listening to the prior night’s MSNBC lineup. Once your lunatic president sent his “my dick is bigger” tweet,that pretty much devoured the news cycle.

They’re the bottom of an Eiffel 69 with Peter Thiel and Vladimir Putin high-fiving on top

Grease vomit soaked pillows that haven’t been washed in 70 years.

Emma and Ellen met via Instagram—after Portner posted a video that featured a song by Sylvan Esso, Page DM’d her.

They each think they’re the top but they’re both actually humping pillows.

“The tidbits published today led to an all-out war between Trump and Bannon. In a statement, Trump said that Bannon has “lost his mind.”

My heart grew 3 sizes. Congrats to ‘em.

My granFanda had her last 2 molars ‘slapped’ out of her in ‘68 on a local doctor’s say-so.