It’s the mold settling in.

Yes, Handmaids tombs, the lot of them!

“Because those men understand, at a deep lizard-brain level, that those women are a danger to the integrity of the tribe.”

Unfortunately, they get tangled with diapers stickers straps. 

You’re underestimating the slippery potential of a potato salad, right there.

Missionary got to mission, I guess.

He’s got some? Well, color me surprised.

Their condiment of choice is mayo, so….

Now, I wonder what are the darling judge here views on castration?

Weeell... same shit, different day, I suppose.

Just for your information, coffins were made of a mix of flour and water, and very much not supposed to be eaten… sort of an instant, and cheap, cooking pot.

Honest? You’re going with the rotten teeth cliché again?

Game of Throne was boring. I’d rather read the inspiration for it, aka medieval British History in all it’s bloodshed glory.

Well, there is an Hollywood depiction of American history if you’re looking for it: Addams family, the second movie. Short and sweet.

The “this is not me” excuse is one of the most infuriating there is. Yes, it IS you, asshole, and we both know it.

But not the garden shed. That would be too much.

No, not us. Last time we tried to prevent one of your President to make a mistake, you lot threw a temper tantrum and broke Perrier bottles and ate “freedom fries”... Hmmm… He won’t listen to Angela ‘cause she’s not a 10, and anyway Europe has it’s own problems.

Getting shot in the head… “Oh, they were going through some sort of domestic issues.”

Nice. And I suppose all the dinosaurs drowned after the sea closed from the trek from Egypt to Texas, I presume?

You betcha! And dusted and oiled regular, too. We like to be prepared.