Ah Kathy...tried to be as eloquent as she was capable of being (you know, for an ignorant ass), and ended her diatribe about Michael’s supposed hatefulness simply with a “Fa**ot”.

My only favorite flavor was Sunshine Punch. That was around the early 80's. 

Two years ago, Mr. Pants took a job that was an hour and a half drive from my parent’s home. We had less than two weeks to find a new home, pack and move. I told my mother right away we were moving, but apparently, this slipped her mind. I called her the weekend we moved and she was FURIOUS. Just uncontrollably angry…

O_O

And probably half as busy too. I’m not saying I would have been thrilled about the prospect of skyrocketing real estate prices and the increase of traffic every day on the 90's, but...we could really use a shot in the arm up here. Syracuse needs one desperately.

Hey now...we got our consolation prize Upstate. A distribution center in Rochester, paying the Amazon minimum. Yaaaaaaay.

It’s like he’s accepting the Oscar for douchey, white-male entitlement.

noun, verb, 9-11!!

My mom would have said “WE WERE GOING TO GET YOU A FUCKING DOG!” and proceed to tell me what a little shit I am and lost my chance as she turned around the car and drove home.

There it is!!! Get it!

Perfection. Absolute perfection.

Mr. Pants is a cyber-security specialist and likes to throw things at the TV when “Mango: The Tiny Hands of Fate” starts in on the whole “cyber” thing.
When he talked about the bleaching and acid-washing of Hillary’s hard drive, Mr. Pants noted that we are completely and utterly fucked when it comes to cyber-security…

He wants to see her fucking SERVER. I’m surprised he didn’t ask Putin right then and there where it was.

This region of NY was home to Frederick Douglass, Harriet Tubman, the Underground Railroad...and some white supremacists. 

Must be the meth.

I’ve been looking into Ireland. It doesn’t share a border with the US, it is part of the EU, and it is neutral. If you have certain skills (tech, medical, accounting) you can get a special visa.

When I heard this term, I always pictured ol’ Jim Bob sitting in his trailer, watching professional wrestling and thinking it was real, believing that minorities get all the “welfare”, and thinking “I’m gonna get mine someday” while continuing to vote for people because he thinks they look manly enough and he likes…

Because I live here I can say this:

And then dinner.

Don’t hold your breath.