But then you’d just end up with a Brontësaurus. 

This needs to go straight to the cloning lab for the Jurassic Park treatment

Dany was terrible last night but honestly so was Jon. He does NOT think shit through and everyone else around him is left to clean up the mess. When he tried to talk shit about Sansa to Arya and she was like “no dude” and I applauded

He’s basically James Comey.

So many medical professionals have worked tirelessly on this poor boy only for their hard work and dedication to be credited to a God who allowed the event to happen in the first place.

And the children who have gotten shot and not recovered - what, God didn’t love them?

This. I am a prolific note taker. They are all in print not cursive. My printing is plenty fast thank you very much. 

As someone who struggled with cursive in elementary school, FUCK THAT NOISE. It’s not necessary and people need to stop wishing for crap like this to make a comeback.

And even then sometimes you can just eat around the “bad” parts. Signed—Someone who just last night scraped mold off a block of parm

Selling too much of it so they are halting sales? What? 

Someone should start a Trump toilet company. Then we could all take a shit on his name every single fucking day! I WILL invest!

Does Trump think that they had modern architecture techniques and tools available in Washington’s time?  Does he know what Washington’s time was?  Does he know what time is?

So even though Carter’s fingerprints, DNA or blood was not found at the scene, nor any of the victim’s blood, DNA or fingerprints were found on anything Carter owned, Carter was convicted by a jury and sentenced to die almost solely on the word of the Tovars and a transcript of the disappearing confession tapes.

“How many Twitter followers did he have?  I’l bet I have two or three times as many!”

I’m honestly astounded that this isn’t satire.

oooohhh out of all the bullshit gentricubes bring to a neighborhood “whining about loud music” is probably a top 3. The sticks that your parents white-flighted to are still there, assholes, and still filled with the silence you crave. Don’t move to a city then complain about city sounds.

This is EXACTLY why I became a necromancer. I make new friends everywhere I go. Our dialogue consists mostly grunts and wails, but its a heartwarming reminder that they are still there for me and I’m not alone... until they inevitably collapse into a pile a dust.

The sad irony is you could have fixed that by serving jailtime. He would have been waiting for you outside after your sentence was up. It’s back-asswards from real life lol

“I can clearly tell by this quilt that it was made by Bessie Campbell in the spring of 1870 shortly after she recovered from a sprained wrist she suffered while milking the family cows based on the stitching here. It is clear by the fabrics that she was somewhat depressed in her new marriage but that ultimately…