All of that, but I just call her an asshole because gendered insults are dumb.

“The problem.”

Super fall down some stairs immediately.

No, it’s his job to go out and report on the weather, which often involves many factors that can’t be seen nor predicted with computer models. So again, it’s his job, dipshit.

“You’ve got the brains, but have you, got the TOUCH?” ;)

She’s not saying that those things are BAD. She’s saying “Okay, so you’re that thing. And?” (which, not for nothing but she literally says like ten times) The point is that you’d better have something ELSE to bring to the table besides being smart, funny, pretty, whatever. You know, substance?

It’s never not satisfying to see a mouthy white person get beat. Sorry. But not sorry, either.

GAME OF BONES

I read this as Enraged Crows Swarm Mustang, and was really confused for a long time.

Congratulations, this is the stupidest take in a sea of very stupid takes.

I stopped reading after the first couple of lines - anybody who is going to write that Trump is maybe not really racist, when his father’s membership and arrest as a member of the KKK is well documented, and that Fred Trump’s beliefs in eugenics that he taught to his son Donald are well documented, doesn’t deserve the…

Batshit or not, most shows don’t get to reach their natural conclusions like this, so be glad. It’s got a strange Survivor Final Five feeling to it, in that I’m actually excited to see how this all goes down. The instant transporting all over Westeros is getting ridiculous, but I’m over it.

From The Gunslinger I learned that beans are musical fruit. RIP Zoltan.

We moved to the States in 1980 when I was ten. In the 90s when I was in college I used to do this all the time - it felt right, when you don’t want to be a place you just go, then you avoid all the “oh come on stay” or “oh I will go with you” stuff. I was raised to believe that’s the polite thing to do. But oh my…

How do they handle boners because if I was in front of that fine man I’d be so hard I’d pass out from blood loss.

All due respect, I don’t give a shit if I’m “one of the good ones.” I’m not racist. That’s all that’s really required of me, not to grovel or prove myself.

Right, because you hang out with her 24-7 and know everything she does, right? Just like she knows how many of your friends YOU have. And if she didn’t know you had them, I guess she could shake her head and say it was sad you don’t have any friends.

This is some full throttle Caucasian bullshit.

Briefcase? This is South Carolina Mr. Rockefeller, I don’t know what you’re talking about some BRIEFCASE, what we got Perry Mason all up in here.

Gurl. No.