L’OL

I think I know who his PR team is...

Thanks for the laugh amidst the tears. The man clearly cares about his appearance almost as much as his metastatically hateful ideology.  

I don’t use the phrase often, but sax master is clearly LIVING THEIR BEST LIFE.

LOL. Concussions are a helluva drug.

YES

OMG I LOVE YOU

I’m dying. Please know that I’m taking over your fan club. Between your first response and this one, I have managed to fashion pom-poms out of shredded collards, speared on frozen bacon, with which to cheer you on to each new comment.

This made me cackle aloud.

It’s not her fault that they made a feather duster out of her own body!

Is that why his balls are on fire? Is that why he’s cupping them and giving us the finger?

Just perfect.

Raising a glass to you and Dan.

Well played, Google.

Same here. I have learned to dress around a relentlessly consistent 7-pound engorgement.

Look at the size of that thriving alien baby. It must have been TORN FROM HER WOMB DAYS BEFORE ITS DUE DATE a c-section.

They are carved like a rune; mere mortals like us cannot comprehend their meaning.

Oh yes. I would like to join your mailing list, volunteer to stuff envelopes, and pour you coffee or tea or wine and talk all night.