I was hoping my wit would finally pull me out of permanent grey status, but it seems it’s a stale joke.
I was hoping my wit would finally pull me out of permanent grey status, but it seems it’s a stale joke.
This seems like something we could market. Send the email addresses of our asshole relatives to other people to school them, since there’s no relationship there.
Preach. I’ve been taking steps to limit my outrage so that I can survive the marathon. Blood pressure tea. Regular check ups. A therapist. Anti anxiety meds. Work out routine.
That’s an actual Thomas Merton quote.
My cousin bitched about being called a bigot because he voted to “defend the defenseless unborn.” I’ve been sorely tempted to post all this shit on his wall screaming “THIS IS STANDING UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, YOU WEAK ASS FUCKER!” and “IF THE FUCKING UNBORN ARE YOUR ISSUE AND EVERYONE IN AMERICA ISN’T, THEN MAYBE…
I can’t wait for all the BENGHAZI! people to not talk about this. Ever.
“But the dems made a statement a couple days ago (it feels like weeks ago) saying they have to pick and choose their battles regarding senate confirmations. I’m a dyed in the wool democrat and I’m worried that kind of attitude is gonna lose all the seats dems hold because we tried this shit before.”
I should have. It would have saved us from Constantine Mouralis.
They did. I mean, the movie isn’t a paragon of great cinema, but it at least has real people. The stage production was purely two dimensional
HAHA Goodman still churns out his crap, so I can’t imagine Nolan would be any different
Oh jesus fuck no. It’ll be nothing but jokes about Full House and Crystal Pepsi (I saw the Wedding Singer on the Broadway and it was all New Coke and “Who’d pay $5 bucks for a cup of coffee!!” jokes and I wanted to kill everyone involved)
Needs moar sketti
“Or when she worked with her opponent in the primaries to create the most progressive platform that any presidential candidate has run on? Ugh. Shrew.”
...Are they really trying to blame Trump’s victory on black people?
I really don’t like those headbands.
There’s some whore doovrahs in the fridge and some beer-mosas in the cooler out back.
I hate you for this. Betty Heslop makes me sad.