Being you, you can’t understand why we would feel sad about the impending loss of someone we don’t know, so, you know, fuck off.
Being you, you can’t understand why we would feel sad about the impending loss of someone we don’t know, so, you know, fuck off.
what? no.
My late grandparents survived the Holocaust, so the fact that stories like this are still happening today is surreal if not entirely surprising. But I must admit I find the handwringing over whether or not it’s OK to punch Nazis to be kinda sickening. Dude believes that all non-whites should be removed from America in…
We call that Freedom Foam.
Unicorns are mythological assholes.
The people planning to vote for him(?)
I wholeheartedly reject this idea. The GOP has done nothing to warrant being treated by anything less than children. They’ve fucked this country up since 2001 and have brought it damn near to a standstill since 2009. They get nothing. They don’t get points for losing their campaigns and standing by this clown for so…
So at what point can we start seriously talking about how we really shouldn’t be a single country?
Even if they don’t, John McCain can still go fuck himself.
Don’t blame me, I’m voting Meteor.
The cure for all fears clown is the one and only Shakes the Clown, the cinematic tour de force by the one and only Bobcat Goldthwait. I actually really thought it was hilarious -- party clowns vs. rodeo clowns, and they’re all alcoholics. What’s not to love!
I literally still can’t listen to the Dean scream because it still breaks my heart. TOO SOON.
Oh so that’s what happened when they left the attic.
“I wish it were 1825" — official slogan of the Republican Party in 2016
It’s a good thing you were here to make this whole thing political.
Illegitimi non carborundum. High Life is for my life. Who needs 8% ABV IPAs? If I want to catch a buzz, well that’s why baby jesus invented gin. Cold beer is there for refreshment. I spent the first half of my career as a cook-then-chef, and after ten or twelve hours of frantically trying to do the work of three…
This reminds me of quite possibly the greatest “Choose Your Own Adventure” book ever written:
Do they make gloves that would fit his hands, though?
I can see the fedora in this post...