Not ONE Baby Ruth in the bunch!

That’s C-Minus Stephen Miller.

Brownback has been RIGHT THERE in Kansas for years, just waiting to be made into something filthy!

The term of art Danette was looking for was “auto-fellator.”

DANGER ZONE!

The Clown Car Analogy was frequently deployed for obvious reasons.

2/3 OF US ARE INCREDIBLY SORRY, AGAIN!

Twitter ought to give Jive-Ass Patton here a permanent case of Milo Shutthefuckupolous.

He was always a stupid toxic narcissist, a compulsive liar and an incompetent con man, but the dementia is really putting the cherry on top of the asshole sundae.

I created my dream woman and she turned out to be an abject moron who married Steven Segal.

I only want raw or pickled onion with my Tillamook.

Currants.

Good to see someone sticking up for it!

Speaking of some over-rated, over-priced and over-sweetened kiddy treats, Nutella is a prime offender. You can’t taste the hazelnuts for the chocolate spooge! You can get hazelnut butter that hasn’t been fucked with.

Oh, you mean Asshole.

THAT’LL MAKE YA BEEF!

It’s the sort of”restorative” broth that gave restaurants’ their name.

It’s essentially beef bullion, but not in cube form.

Because that’s how poor bastard Yanks can get hold of good pickled onions, Coleman’s Mustard and HP Sauce!

Well, saddled, anyway.