pucklebug
Pucklebug
pucklebug

Ethics? Laws? Trump doesn’t need either.

We actually talked about this. They can’t remember a time we weren’t in war.

That’s INFURIATING.

I’m teaching 1984 to my juniors right now and trying SO FUCKING HARD not to yell out that we are entering into this society, right now, as Americans.

Omg true.

I’ll watch the fuck out of this.

I’m totally hosting a Boxing Day party: it’ll get rid of my appetizers left over from the family party the night before and, hopefully, score me free booze for the rest of the week between Christmas and New Years!

Saw the trailer for this with my boyfriend. We both agreed that being stuck on a doomed mission with either of these people wouldn’t be terrible so long as you never talked and just fucked till you died.

This kind of horrified me. Like, I shuddered

I know it’s an S and do it anyway.

On top of election bullshit, I had to chaperone a high school dance for four hours on Thursday night and submit grades as well. None of this is good

“Her nomination sends a message to our daughters, that they can achieve at the highest levels of politics.”

I actually scrolled up to re-read her age because this threw me. Stop infantilizing grown ass women!

Domino’s is the one place that’ll deliver to me (even though I live in a city) and I love their stupid chicken pieces and their salty-garlic crust is so satisfying. Damn, I love Dominos.

I love that show. My boyfriend and I were howling with laughter at those psychics and their attempt to “read” the crew. Loved every second of it.

My BFF and I are binge watching this season of Great British Bake Off on Saturday...and then waiting with breathless anticipation for this new show....because we fucking love food and Mary Berry and rich people shit.

Brilliant.

This is going to be either amazing or terrible...and I’ll watch it either way! I’m thinking some wine and chinese takeout will be the perfect companions.

I teach with this version because I love it damn it and it’s accurate as FUCK. Come at me, bro

Puck and Tink NEVER share a bed...except when they’re afraid of the shop vac.