I’m NOT compromising my principles. I’m voting my conscience, and my conscience sees that Clinton is the best candidate out of all four choices.
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Yeah, no one in that gif looks happy.
Clearly, bananas are only symbolic of concern about potassium levels.
Score! Your glasses are a great find. :)
I expected “moon bathing” to be a menstrual euphemism. From now on, it’s going to be, to me.
The first rule of Planned Parenthood Coven Tuesdays...
Dogs want to be with their people. I doubt leaving him home while they celebrated, even with a sitter, would have been better for him or their peace of mind.
Exactly!
It looks funny in pictures, but he might have a bad back or something. Or, she picked up the dog, and that was that.
Oh dear. If you didn’t feel the need for a doctor before...
Whichever floats your boat.
I was going to joke that some of them were secretly marital aids, but looking at the photo, I’m certain some of them were secretly marital aids.
You can never have too many Andy Borowitz columns.
The world would definitely be better if Trump was one of the alternate definitions of “carbuncle”. Alas, he is a pus-filled boil.
I’ve been feeling this for awhile. Now I’m building up to being apoplectic. Last night’s “Hillary is a disgusting birther, and I’m a righteous closer” statement had me too enraged to sleep.
Plague fleas would make a better president than this carbuncle.
I do that with historical movies, too. Only in my head, because I’m not a monster. Until the end credits.
It didn’t work out well for agent Scully.