Even worse:

Worse:

Holy fuck...but you know, having guns is the most important thing...

Everything here is awful.

Welp, I just woke up, but that’s enough Internet for today.

Ok, what are everyone’s hopes for the characters? Here are mine:

and that people who are doing important hard work (like you) aren’t on the brink of needing help yourself constantly.

Never be entirely dependent on any one person or situation, ever.

Two Corinthians One Trump is the next viral video.

Right? I’d feel pretty terrible for the guy and the fact that this will all probably kill him in the next year if he hadn’t decided to spend the past 40 years raping, trying to rape, or thinking about raping pretty much every woman he met.

Hitler was pretty decrepit by 1945 - stooped posture, digestive problems, tremors. We really should have eased up on the poor guy.

How is “a woman afraid of what society thinks eventually overcomes that fear and does what she wants” not an improvement over “a man roofies and rapes a woman who just wants to get home to her family”?

Someone on Twitter recently (I wish I could remember who) pointed out that, the way it was originally written and performed, what this song is really about is a woman who wants to buck social norms of propriety and stay with him but feels pressured to leave so she doesn’t suffer social consequences and stigma. And…

RBG taking oath, Marty holding the bible. So loving, so proud.

By “Holiday” do you mean the Good Friday when I hooked up with super hot Alex? Or the Easter Sunday when I met him at the family brunch and learned he was my dad’s half-sister’s son?

At least Alan delivered.

Mine was a quasi-hookup, but bear with me. These dudes who lived together in a house while attending college were close-knit so they had a “post-Christmas” in February, in one of the dudes’ ranch in the countryside. I was invited by my BFF, one of the dudes’ girlfriends, and I was newly single, so I went. There was…

I do a podcast, and I’ve had my son on almost every episode since he was 3 years old. The memories of him telling me about when he rode a bike and fell over the front, and he ‘cwied’ give me a smile that nothing can remove. I made a compilation of nothing but his segments just so I can have that as he gets older. I…

I think sometimes abusive parents have a tendency to believe the lies they've told themselves about how wonderful their children's childhoods were. Particularly if their children turned out to be decent adults.