pyramidhat
PyramidHat
pyramidhat

Six months into Obama’s presidency, the Right were agog because he asked for Dijon mustard (delicious) on his burger.

Or maybe you can’t get work because you aren’t that talented.

about to be one more if you keep asking questions

On the nightstand? Shin slashing?

Don’t the Ecuadoreans want him the fuck out period? He apparently doesn’t bathe and smells like a puddle of fluid in the alley behind the corner bodega in July. Can’t they just tell him to write a check for five years of rent arrears or hit the pavement?

Trevor Noah thinks he’s “saving sex for the afterlife”.

Nah, my money’s on Hope Hicks, for an affair. Rumour has it that she’s like a daughter to him, after all.

Low, High and Burn Down Your House?

As that junior subeditor’s assistant’s secretary, I’d’ve said, “Tone it down, buddy, and quit smokin that dope.”

This is an excellent idea which I completely support.

If Pence heads your way, just round up some pals, put on 49ers jerseys, and kneel prominently. He’ll leave halfway through his dog and pony show.

Something tells me Nancy Spector would’ve denied the request even if they’d asked for a set of refrigerator magnets from the gift shop.

Pressure cookers are back!! Hopefully they’ll have an Instapot kill someone next.

All I know is, do not disparage Crockpot on Jezebel... I learned my damn lesson with you all yesterday.

Death by Crock-Pot has always been one of my go-to paranoias. That’s why I always stand and watch my Crock-Pot whenever it’s plugged in and operating.

I think Lowe’s sells that wall pattern in sheet tin ceiling panels. You’d have to spray paint the gold, probably.

I am bitterly jealous of the amazing trolling that occurred here. All you need is a tacky gold toilet, an outrageous request from POTUS, and the ability to respond to him without laughing so hard that you herniate.