That panini sounds yummy. 

I remember during the campaign/just after the election, there was a photo of the entire Trump contigent on stage. Barron was playing “peek-a-boo” with one of his nieces/nephews. That’s the only time I’ve ever really seen him smile/happy.

I love the Aussies so much...

That was my take. She sounds like a miserable human being who isn’t happy until she makes everyone else around her miserable, in spite of the fact it sounds like the neighbors actually made efforts to appease her insanity.

This may be an unpopular take, but ScarJo is pretty shitty.

Same. It’s better than nothing.

My sister was in Vegas, a week away from her due date, when her water broke. Horrified about the prospect of having my niece in Sin City, she called her OBGYN and asked if she’d be able to make the 3.5 hour drive back to LA for her delivery. The answer was a firm and decisive NO, as there was a risk she could go into…

Here’s a star for going there because otherwise I would have to and I SO didn’t want to.

Ah, the good ol’ double standard. And of course, this will just feed into the villification of Omar by FatAss and Friends.

My most devout hope is that I’ll live long enough to see the Catholic Church burn to the fucking ground. And I daresay I’m not the only lapsed Catholic who feels that way.

Putin’s oligarchs have had Tump by the short-and-curlier for years now

I’ll preface this with a confession: I do love me some chicken breasts. Growing up though, I used to be all about the thighs. Not sure where/when that changed, maybe when my mother put her 12 year old on the Diet Center program, when thighs were somewhat acceptable as long as they were skinless. But I digress...

I’ve pondered this question before and keep getting the same answer: small penises.

Dear James: I have no idea who you are or why you are somehow considered relevant, but I really have no desire to see you naked.

Yeah, I don’t understand why soups are rated higher than hot dogs or the sundry other solid food items on the list. I get it, it’d be pretty gross to encounter partially digested onions from the French onion soup but if I had to choose, I’d rather vomit something liquid than solid. 

Dry heaves are THE WORST. They hurt, and the bile leaves the nastiest ass taste in one’s mouth. 

She is an awful person. But I find myself in a quandry: does her awfulness totally negate how spectacular that picture is? Is it because her awfulness is so clearly dwarfed by Dotard 45 and his awfulness?

Wait...are those buttons cat heads?

A star for going there, friend.

I know there are those who would that would say she shouldn’t have taken the job, but as someone who’s undergone under-employment recently...a paycheck is a paycheck.