I’ve had more trouble with Where’s Waldos! Panda was a cinch.

Fuck off. You have no idea why this woman ended up how she did.

Other. We were a Grateful Dead house. My adult home is also.

The suburbs of Philadelphia are not two+ hours away from Philadelphia, peckerhead.

My mom’s birthday is February 29. So, she only gets to celebrate her birthday ON her actual birthday every 4 years.

Or just use a bigger bag.

Suburban Philadelphia, actually, and there are, oh, about TEN malls I can drive to in 30 minutes or less.

And in other news... water is wet.

This chick is a ringer for a young Tanya Harding

She’s a pretty decent artist who has been selling out show after show (and due to her impressive ability to sell tickets, has been gifted a date at MSG to close out her tour). The youths are really into her, including my teen. Have to admit, I like her a lot too.

You’ve never been to a Grateful Dead concert, you say?

I’m voting for Quinjoaquin

Literally non-existent? Then how did I just get home from a mall packed with Christmas shoppers and pass another packed mall on my way home from there???

If I didn’t already think this jackass is a colossal douche, I sure would now.

When I was little, maybe 5-7, my parents (sick bastards) convinced me that I wasn’t their biological child but a kid they “bought form the gypsies” for 8 potatoes and a bag of onions. They told me my real name was Agatha Wormwood. I believed this for a few years because the said it often and took every opportunity to…

YoFo!!! HA!

She is a national treasure.

Just pick any republican running for President! They are children and no one likes them anyway.

WTH? Don’t type that shit out loud!! I’m looking forward to 67* in Philly this weekend and no Jezebel blogger is going to ruin that for me!

Maybe he’s so gross because he’s Donald Trump’s secret love child?