“How can he even pretend he’s not racist? The alternative is he is the dumbest person alive."

Where I live, it would be just the opposite:

Team ponytail holder. Or team elastic. A hair tie is a ribbon.

I think he has moments of brilliance*. Then he has all his other moments.

I came here to say, “I beg to differ, ‘pasta e fuckioli’ is indeed great."

Now we’re getting the “if you don’t want your stuff stolen, don’t have stuff” argument. Sigh.

In reference to my late father, I’ve said he “wouldn’t be caught dead” talking to a medium.

It doesn’t want to get it.

The cover truly suits his “book”. Which I judged.

I don’t know, but it makes me ridiculously happy.

I so much prefer “odd” fashion to be fun and joyful. Not grim and Kanye-esque.

That’s a good reading, and I hope it’s the correct one.

I know there are a thousand more important reasons to loathe this man, but lately, his inane repetitions are making rage boil over.

I sea witch you did there.

Oh, but your powers of punning eclipse mine!

Heh, I don’t know! I’ve been fat since babyhood, so I guess I’ve just never worried about it. It’s good to be oblivious, sometimes! Of course I don’t swan about thinking I’m a supermodel, but I’m good enough. And doggone it, people like me. ;)

Now if only he was charmingly mute.

I’ve steadily been fat, so I’ve never had to battle the “I’ve changed” demons. I didn’t mean to belittle your fight with that added stress.

Pshaw! All the bits work the same.