Ivanka’s yearbook.

I’m good with the idea of just hiding Gawker in the other blogs.

First thought.

See, now I’m ready for some fucking basketball.

Yeah, she was getting married or something. I remember that.

Have any of the detective boys grown? I’m like...100+ episodes behind.

There’s no way a show would do that! It’d be like if Detective Conan was still on and he was still 10 and....oh. Hm. Ah.

You need three monitors to see all the nothing.

I love you, stranger.

If you didn’t wear said Bugles as fingernails before eating them you’re going to hell no matter how many souls you have. They’ll send a bus if they need to.

I’ve been watching online only and I do NOT miss that stuff.

My aunt is 95 and was active all her life, but now the dementia has taken it’s toll and it’s just terrifying. She did everything right (fitness, saved, traveled) and it ends like this? Give me a quick exit when I’m 60 something, please.

I need every word of this to be true.

I’m gonna scroll back up and read this in a second, but I just have to say that your book is fucking great. Well done.

Innovation.

Pence froze like prey when Donald swooped in for that kiss, so I’d at least like to read about how their relationship progressed to the point of....I don’t want to keep typing this.

No one comes out of this looking good.

What a happy coincidence!

He does that and we’re having a parade.