I think if you were to put it up against a pic of the freezer at Burger King you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

HOLD THE PRESSES.

Sex sells! And there is nothing more un-sexy than the Pope.

As much as I love Wednesday, Tuesday is a classic.

I’ll sweeten the deal and maybe mention my wife will probably play with her tits after a few scotches

No, you’re fine. You need a buddy, though! What are you doing Saturday?

“When all else fails, tell ‘em Jennifer Aniston got married.”

Someone recently told me that they interviewed potential baby sitters from Care.com and got the impression it was being used like Tinder.

And re: the single Brussel Sprout —

No way. Cheesecake is the ‘ole reliable of desserts. Even a crappy piece of cheesecake is still delicious; it has a ‘high floor.’ The worst it can be is still pretty good.

“I’d vote for Bernie, though. I don’t agree with anything he says, but at least he’s telling the truth.”

The Jeb! of Gods.

And that baby was pronounced babby.

UBaby

God, is Dorian’s still a thing?

“This salad is dressed,” and “I own my own company.” Since he wasn’t a United States citizen, he couldn’t vote, but had nonetheless found his way to Republican events via an older man who, we learned from Vickie, had been kicked out of every Republican club in the city for groping women. “Don’t you say his name in…

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