I created a folder for the mandatory apps called “Worthless Stupidity” and parked it on the fifth screen over. I sure showed them, but deleting them will be even sweeter.

Welp, the new “too Right to be right” political party that’s left after the GOP fractures has a name, at least.

Whenever this building comes up, I’m always surprised that no one mentions the Brady Bunch episode when Architect Mike Brady has to design a factory/headquarters building for A LADY. That’s right, that’s what I said. A gal.

It sounds like Katy Perry covering Donna Summer.

VI IX

Look at that unapologetic manspreading.

Dungarees!

RESPONSIBLE JOURNALISM STARTS AT HOME

I have some bootlegs from when she was still hungry. They’d blow your mind. Dude, she wore fucking capris. With flip flops.

For godssakes, there could be CHILDREN reading.

I love squinty Sven. He’s like a human koala.

She’s been horrid for decades. I’m amazed she lived long enough to pollute twitter.

CJ is like 110 years old, and her entire shtick is trying to create furor over nothing. She scours police blotters, looking for professional athletes who got parking violations, so she can suggest they aren't good role models for children. She's the worst, and has been since I was a child. Frankly, I'm surprised that…

I liked her early stuff best.

Shutter. Originally a Thai film, remade with a Dawson’s Creek dude a few years later.

It seems like it’s only going to get more difficult for Taylor Swift to attract anyone who isn’t a sociopathic attention whore. Who else would want to to take on the role of her Very Public Boyfriend, when they’ve seen the chute that the exes slide down at the end?

Hi, Madonna.

I will never tire of your username. I will be giggling about it in my grave.

Autocorrect. I thought I'd fixed it, but: nope.

Flare out already, sun. Get it the fuck over with.