And like I plead every year, folks, please please remember that longer doesn’t mean better. Brevity is the soul of dread. 

Hey y’all, I’m drinking red wine and watching Penn State football. And I’ve been throwing the tennis ball for Connie for what seems like hours. There’s no quit in this puppy. Maybe there’s no quit in any puppy, but Connie is relentless. So sweet in her little scarf, though.

I’m now fully vaccinated.

Weekly reminder to fix Kinja, please. 

A stranger’s sympathies:

My mental health lately has been garbage. Won’t go into details, but there were days when I had to remind myself that I went though something similar before and came out okay, so it was just a matter of taking in deep breaths.

Couple of brewskis oughtta knock that right out.

What’s inhuman is this rigid side taking.

Anderson Cooper is already practicing tough love on his son Wyatt saying that he will not be leaving behind an inheritance when he dies.

Purely speculation on my end, but this pattern with her definitely makes me think she’s a survivor of abuse. I know too many folks who justify bullshit because the alternative is to face head on that they were needlessly hurt.

Erika is an opportunist. She will find a rich fool to pay her legal bills and fund her lifestyle. And then, thank goodness, she will stop wearing weird sweatsuits from Old Navy and poor-people mascara that runs down her face like Rudy Giuliani. And then our long national nightmare will end, thank goodness.

“The powerful and the rich are not exempt from being held responsible for their actions.”

Jesus, if I shot a woman, provoked or not (protip: he wasn’t) and then was lucky enough to escape prosecution, I think I’d just prudently shut the fuck up about everything, hang out with an exclusive circle of my fellow prejudiced cops, and hope the world forgot my name. Way to double down, Officer Fuckface.

I’m late, in the greys and this will probably never be seen but I’m gonna post it anyways.

I am going to your house for pickles. I have basically been eating corn like there will never be corn again, because August around here is all about corn on the cob, peaches, and tomatoes (so last night was corn on the cob and garlic bread, with enough corn leftover to make a corn and tomato salad to go with burgers).

/waves hello from Central America

It’s been a long time since I was here on a SNS, and I thought I’d visit as l was wondering how things had changed. Hi, to anyone who even has a clue who I am

So, in short, bye, bitch. Hope some embezzlement charges hit you on the way out.

Can’t wait for Piers Morgan to tell us all how Meghan Markle is to blame for all of this.

Yes, after 50 hygiene, grooming and giving a fuck becomes obsolete...