I fled too, but the pierogis called me back. 

“The neighbors said Jayson Boebert, 41, ran over a mailbox with his truck, started threatening people, and appeared to be driving drunk”

Shut..the entire..fuck up.

Yes, I damn well hunted down a version with the puppet Yoda.

I am never going to watch these videos. Never.

The spiralling ‘holier than thou’ dipshit would argue himself back into being 3/5ths of a person if he fucking could just to spite other people.

“Regardless of which Republican it is,” she said, “I have yet to hear them articulate a plan for the future of Georgia.”

You win this comments section

I CAN’T EVEN HEAR MY GAY THOUGHTS OVER THIS GUITAR SOLO!!!

Robin Thicke, Jenny McCarthy and Rudy Giuliani in the same place? Come on, lightning, do us a favor already.

JFC. If only there was a website that allowed you to quickly confirm facts for free. If anyone ever comes up with one of those, I bet they will make thousands of dollars.

The woman on the left in the photo looks "thrilled" doesn't she?

at the very estate 2/5 of the Spice Girls just enjoyed.

Karen Cruz

The news is so alarming and upsetting - I just want to throw out some positives. I work in a large religious hospital system. I recently had to do the most updated employee training (that all employees in the system have to complete). It was honestly the best LGBTQ training I’ve ever encountered. The entire system has…

I have four kids, 12 and under, and seeing them and their friends makes me hopeful for the zoomer generation. Identity/gender fluidity is really a given for them and they find it absurd that anyone would expect you to tell them otherwise. 

I don’t watch football but I know enough about the NFL to wonder why the fuck would any women still want to be involved with the league in any capacity at all when it’s clear they don’t give a fuck about anything except money. 

Yup. Quincy is basically the town from Footloose.

It’s Quincy, IL. If it were any more white it would be clear.

Seriously. Being the wrong kind of “yourself” in the 80s meant sitting alone at the lunch table and playing alone on the playground after being iced out for being “weird.”