Mine is 90% “THIS CAT WAS WALKING AROUND MY NEIGHBORHOOD I TRIED TO CATCH IT” accompanied by a blurry photo of someone’s dirty toes in flip flops, and what might be the tail of a cat moving quickly away. Then follows lengthy back and forth about, “WELL ACTUALLY indoor cats always die of brain tumors from boredom/WELL…

What ever are you on about? I am in agreement with you: I suggested that those advocating for bigotry and xenophobic stupidity not even be included in the debate, but rather the debate be focused on the harshness of the consequences of espousing bigotry.

Plus: “Nothing is worse...” Nothing? Rectal cancer? Famine? Mass genocide? Sexual abuse of children? Andy Cohen? Really, nothing?

Couldn’t we consider this to be contrasting viewpoints:

Rotten meat draws maggots.

It was as though he had been waiting for just the perfect moment to blurt those words: “my girlfriend.” He had to be sure they were sufficiently surrounded by enough unraveling nonsense that no one would think to say, “Wait, wait, your what now?”

I’ll tell you this:

Last summer, my 77 year old mother was in line in a drive-thru at a Culver’s restaurant in her inner tier suburb of Minneapolis. Her crappy old car had three bumper stickers: “You Can’t Spell ‘Earth’ without ‘Art’, “It’s Easier to Raise Strong Children Than Repair Broken Men,” and “We Are One Nation,” with a…

1) WHAT KIND OF FLOWERS DID HE BRING?

Well, at least he’s got his good looks to fall back on.

Ferpectly pine.

With crocodiles! East of the bunk beds, there were always crocodiles in the lava. Westward was quicksand/sharks.

Where do we donate pens?

“Do you want some cheese? Have some cheese.”

“...don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.”

Sadly, it was that last “should I put it in the fridge for tomorrow: I’m already sort of queasy/bloated” piece, too. I MADE MYSELF VULNERABLE I BLAME ME

My first thought was kitschy bubble bath:

Noooooo I just finished a slice of deep dish pizzaaaaaa. : (