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I enjoyed that probably more than I should have.

Never mind getting angry. During a team meeting on a project I asked a man why his task wasn’t started yet.  No yelling, no anger, I asked the same of another member who was a woman, we still had plenty of time and I was just going through my checklist. You wouldn’t believe the Dra-ma. You’d swear I threatened to fire

Fuck yeah, let’s get this party started!

Before the first debate there was a discussion between my (male) coworkers where one stated that she might not do well in the debate because of her temper, and the other asked (something like)“Why? Does she get crazy like a woman?” and that was the day I learned I could never get angry at work. Angry women are crazy,

Obama wasn’t shot at, but all the hidden racism boiled over in the form of a lot of black men getting shot by cops. I’m guessing a Hillary Clinton presidency will lead to a definite uptick in angry men beating their wives.

Remember how many of us were like, “I hope Obama doesn’t get assassinated during his inaugeration.” Well, I wish I could say I am not thinking the same about Clinton. 

I want her to get to it. Heard a guy randomly threaten her in the street yesterday. “I’ll get Clinton. Got a .358 magnum.” This election was insane from the start, and has now gotten dangerous.

Hillary is best and most “natural” when assertively going after absolute buffoonery. I like her more as an aggressive Hermione than someone attempting to be motherly/likeable/“one of us.”

I am so fucking ready to see this woman get her Inauguration Day.

Maybe she can respond that “congealing in a slaughterhouse gutter” is not birth and so he is ineligible.

If ever there was a charity dinner where getting completely shit-faced would be justified, it would be this one.

Everyone at their table:

After listening to morally upright citizen Chump talk about the evils of abortion I had a thought. As a well know “ladies man” who bragged about it and conquests were reported in the news and led to two divorces, I wonder how many abortions he’s paid for over the years. Women, please come forward now.

Watching this with my mom, we literally high fived when the audience laughed at that.

That’s when I quit. I can’t take more Valium, and my doctor made me quit using vodka.

Kids are the worst!

My daughter has never been afraid of the dark, so this shouldn’t have surprised us, but it used to happen a lot.

Not to take away from the scare factor here (b/c FUCK THAT BUSINESS) ... but I cackled out loud when I read this one. Delightful.

I will preface this with the fact that unnatural movements freak me out. A lot.