Or the ones that’ll come back for another crack at them once they’re corpses underground.

I look at your comment, and I’m like, “Yeah.” Then I look at your username, and I’m like, “Wait, what . . . ?”

Hell, he gave himself to us freely. (And it should probably count for something that he went through the relative pain in the ass of becoming a citizen to do it, too.)

I’m guessing that and a couple of other details must’ve, uh, slipped his mind when he was planning out this whole trip. (And said plans seem to have consisted of buying a one-way ticket with cash just the day before he flew, after texting others to see if he was wanted.)

I’m guessing that and a couple of other details must’ve, uh, slipped his mind when he was planning out this whole trip. (And said plans seem to have consisted of buying a one-way ticket with cash just the day before he flew, after texting others to see if he was wanted.)

And that was a hard 70, too.

Well, in you case you can’t get it out right away and still want a fitting song or a quote, try this:

Yep, this is pretty much it, particularly as of late they’ve been giving autographed copies of the picture in question to restaurant servers alongside tips, as well as using them as greeting cards:

Some random tweet also mentioned this convergence and pointed out that it was the perfect place for them to go fuck themselves and die.

There’s also an alternative number: 1-800-895-4152. But the hold recording is a clip from one of D’s similarly themed (and, no doubt, Stephen Miller-penned) speeches.

. . . .And to the Jews.

“. . . AND WE’RE ALL GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL!”

Hey, don’t sell him short! He’s also an opportunist and a whore.

Well, for what it’s worth, I was a few blocks away from this courthouse sometime later that day casting my absentee vote — due to “religious beliefs and practices” (wink, wink) — and was far from the only one.

Yeah, but even then you get fucked over. From The Art of the Deal:

She’s already been trolled by Alexandra Petri.

I believe it has, Daddy-O!

You know, if you’d like to reach out to good ol’ Louie, instead of sending him a letter (which, of course may or may not even get there), why not reach him through the “philanthropic foundation” that he and his wife have?