you are no Dr. Angelou, you dirty-legged, danceless, webbed-toed technical virgin. Yeah, I said it twice.

almost immediately after quitting (cold turkey) i started having super intense dreams after years of not dreaming at all

The cameraman/commentator is my new favorite person. 

Never been to the Malibu location but went to his Dallas location at the old Rosewood Crescent Court many times. Food and service was always consistently good. 

You know you’re an old when you remember when Nobu’s first big Hollywood restaurant wasn’t even named Nobu (hello, Matsuhisa!)

Your sympathy for her is greater than mine, I can assure you. I have zero sympathy for anyone who works for this asshole, including Ms. Beaver Pelt Eyelashes. 

Now I want to know what happened in Toronto...

I have to be honest, I totally thought he was going to walk away from this, so I can’t help but wonder what happened/changed between now and when the allegations were made 3 years ago. 

If I’m not mistaken, she was also dating his brother too at the time. So it sounds like a Scientology tag team. 

From what I know of the areas, Palmdale and Victorville are both meth country, both areas are full of white assholes who think life is trucks and guns and gravel lawns and side-eyeing everyone remotely different. I don’t know them to be racist areas, but they have a lot of markings of brewing racist types.

Justice Neil M. Gorsuch wrote the majority opinion

Same small dick energy too.

Mr. PW is saying the same thing. I’m praying he’s wrong, but thus far he’s been frighteningly right. He also thinks that if he does get re-elected, someone’s got a bullet with his name on it. I’d hate to see that happen, for two reason: one, it makes him a martyr, which will drive his asinine base to behave even worse…

And a truly epic photo selection to accompany the piece. 

NYC on November 10, 2016. I flew in on Election Day, stayed at a hotel between 5th and 6th Avenue somewhere in the 50s. The following day the city was very, very quiet, and when it’s that quiet in Manhattan, that’s not good. Long story short, I was gettin’ my drink on the night of the 10th, vaping hash, and next thing…

Paul, who has the hair of wet spaghetti noodles

I think we have a winner...

Start the Maison Vivienne boycott and protest into regardless of lockdown.

Irresponsible, straight up racist, and defamatory as fucking hell. Nothing like casting aspersions on a man who’s not alive to defend himself.

And yet, the absolute last thing I want right now is to hear this asshole. I hate that I’ve become this person, but every day, I find myself hoping for a massive stroke that completely incapacitates him. No more talking. No more tweeting. I don’t even wish he were dead (although I certainly wouldn’t mourn), because I…