You took the thought right out of my head: Methinks Sir Chucklefuck protest too much...

What fresh putrid hell is this?

87% of statistics are made up on the spot, except for the 107% of the statistics by ‘the Looneytoon Faithful’ to reconfirm their own ideas... because their Imaginary Sky Authority said so, so they’re right.

HA HA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Back at it again with the Thick burns. Malcolm Tucker is never not appropriate for this clusterfuck of an administration. Huzzah, Milk!

Valid arguments notwithstanding, starred for ‘cocksnots’.

Ugg. The British I sometimes associate with genuinely see nothing wrong with that term and it always ends in a fight when I object.

#First!

DAMMIT- it’s gone already :’(

Show of hands: Who’s surprised?

Tell me about it. I can’t afford full priced designer anything but I do scope out various consignment stores and there’s a good turnover for almost anything... except Gucci. Any one running those stores will produce a feigned and strained smile when a customer expresses interest. The shop keepers know better.

I think they’re the ‘locals’ around here. They live wild in the desert and people are constantly trying to win their trust and rescue them/control their populations.

‘Tis very true. I started my morning with this particular gem and completely lost it! What is the internet for if not for hyperbolic rage insta-outlets? Will keep that in mind :)

Humans are so odd- paranoid about who uses a bathroom vs refusing to support something that litterally affects people that they (presumably?) care about. I literally do not understand how some people rationalise these things.

But hey. Party in the greys!!

Jesus fuck- I’m sorry you went though that and I’m sorry he’s (presumably) still out there somewhere. Like, what the everloving fuck was that??

People are The Woooooooooorst.

Majestic.

Yeah! And no one of them will need the extra rape insurance because these are all Hashtag Nice Guys! Utopia, here we come!!!1!

I dunno, I’d trust them with making decisions for me because my off-white baby-oven can make me cray cray!

Flippant, but was this even sponsored by 90s Oakley sunglasses?

Ha ha! We used to foster retired racing Greyhounds and it was the best thing ever- fit right in with our family/activity levels and then spent the rest of the day napping and deploying their legs as trip hazzards about the house.