I don’t know what you’re talking about.

I read the story, saw the first comment, and thought “of course.”

Shakespeare: “Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.”

It must be nice to not get shot after kicking a cop.

“I am a pure Aryan Nazi Valkyrie — why must I curtsy to a Negress?”

Oh, she will. It will be delicious. Her little Nazi soul will scream in distress.

“The episode” that distressed her is this whole “Harry marrying a negress” affair.

She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing.

He’s a golem made of mayonnaise.

“I’m such a horrible person, I’m so sorry, you must hate me right now” is a classic tool of the abusive partner.

I will thank you.

Kinda sounds like a John Tucker Must Die scenario needs to play out, but where John Tucker actually dies at the end. Hypothetically doit. I’d never suggest teaming up to murder an ex-husband killhim. That would be wrong ms sp&a in the kitchen with the lead pipe, rope, candlestick, knife, and revolver.

Big Foot’s review at her program went far better this week than it did last month. She will be transitioning out of the program for good hopefully by the end of January with the warning that any court involvement will land her back in the program at the very beginning level all over again.

THE KYOOT! THE KYOOT IS FATAL.

I have not been around for SNS in FOREVER but, to prove I still exist, here is a recent photo of little Juniper.

Whoa! I thought SNS wouldn’t happen tonight! I do not know what I would do without my ol’ SNS.

Weekly Brag Thread!

Oh, Prince. <3

Roseanne Barr can fuck off.