Come sit by me, friend.

Cute wedding hashtags: the latest in a long line of things I scorn for no reason.

I’d rather have a wedding #hashbrown.

Thanks for this. I edited my Koresh joke out.

P.S. I am from central Texas, which means we drove through Waco every time we went to Dallas. The only thing I love about that town is that BEAUTIFUL collection of fast food restaurants directly across the interstate from Baylor. They had everything a hungry driver could ever want.

Talk about Koreshing my hopes and dreams, amirite?

While I agree with you on the angst and feeling of moral disgust that a Trump Presidency is going to cause, unless his administration starts dictating the terms by which you can treat your patients, I’m not sure how this isn’t just abandoning those you’ve made it your life’s work to help? Wouldn’t you want to at…

Having a mental illness does not preclude you from being responsible for a lot of your actions. To excuse everything he has done or said under the umbrella of mental illness is dangerous. Just because he has mental illness does not mean we have to now treat him as if he is flawless and everything he says or does is…

Jesus christ I can’t stand assholes who pull out tropes like that.

Him: “Helpmeet, make me a cake shaped like a hotter woman than you.”

Look at John D. Rockefeller over here bragging about his bottles.

No need to choose because we’ve got them both!

Hey guys - is there any room to fit “collection of menstruating waterheads” under the banner on the Jez main page? It would be a shame to lose such a quality clap-back to the ether.

I thought everyone did this. What exactly does the expression “get on one’s soapbox” mean, then?

So, any politicians out there going to call this guy a terrorist? If he was Muslim you know you would. If he had been waving the flag of Islam and then started killing police? You absolutely would. So, how about this guy? Anyone? Anyone at all? Yeah, didn’t fucking think so. Cowards.

Reverse mermaid

This isn’t a costume but he did get a cup stuck on his head. A year or so ago you lovely people helped me with a Go Fund Me campaign after he ate a bunch of ribbon. He hasn’t gotten any smarter since then.

There’s only three requirements for submission, and one of them is that the story has to be true. So how does stuff like this end up “winning”? Makes me sad and angry. Sangry?

Did... anyone else find the first one sweet instead of scary? Like, it was the old man’s time to die and his long-dead daughter came to “take him” to where he needed to be that night.

Amelia Earhart was OK but Pancho had the Right Stuff.