My stomach told me to strike Chipotle too after the last time.
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These people handle our food. They deserve our respect and they deserve to make a decent living.
The hell? This pic can’t be real.
The Democratic primary pretty much ended today. Policy papers, crowd size, debates, etc... none of it matters anymore. It’s all about impeachment now.
Sidebar: Naveen Andrews is gorgeous!
“I hate to do that baby. You brought that shit on yourself.” -- Eddie Murphy, Delirious
It’s not just the Nobel Prize. Trump has always wanted to be accepted by the kind of cultural and intellectual elite that President Obama was warmly embraced by.
Man, I KNOW. But you know, I was all cozy and the dogs were snoring, and I was just waking up and it was raining...
Just one comment, 3 words: Git. That. Ass
You love to see it.
True story: I was lying in bed this morning thinking about impeachment (so? what do you think about?). I was remembering some stories last week about how Pence had his fingers in this whole Ukrainian mess. And I thought, if Trump gets impeached, and Pence is found complicit then Nancy Pelosi will be president.
Nobel Prize for Lying Motherfuckers
Lots of slip and falls can happen between now and then.
“Pokemon, mostly. Never had a complete Pokedex, but who can really convince their parents to go the store to download Mew?”
A lot of things he could get the Nobel Prize for:
“...an elderly white man wearing a Crimson Tide t-shirt stopped me and asked where he could find some kind of seasoning.”
Have we not learned from Panama that you DO NOT stop for elderly White people in a store, especially if they are wearing Alabama paraphernalia? You see them, RUN in the other direction.
(See, Why…
Two words: Fuck, and Yes.
To borrow wrestling parlance: I’m marking out.
Ten years ago an openly gay candidate would never have gotten this level of attention or support.