life following art: tessa starred in one of my favorite episodes of cbs’forensics show cold case involving the 1940s unexplained death of a black lesbian. the episode was entitled “best friends.”

someone said she’s canadian. what the fuck is a canadian interjecting her ass into u.s. politics? she needs to take care of business in her own house.

ask susan sarandon.

i put him in the same category as susan sarandon: those who need to shut the fuck up.

read octavia butler’s prescient parable tales to see where this all could end.

i leave this here; saw it months ago and the image burned my retinas:

actually, she shouldn’t be eating out. she should be home cooking for her family as pronounced by the late jane kirkpatrick. republican ladies talking the talk, but not walking the walk.

you need american cheese with that...

you forgot to list cracker barrel’s. more fitting for her type...

reported to twitter.

and somewhere sean spicer is sitting in a restaurant breathing a sigh of relief that he dodged this bullet...

the producers don’t seem to understand that roseanne was the draw for the re-boot. she was the clarion call to the masses of racists and trumpsters. nobody else cared about that dredge. nobody cares about the inner family squabbles of darlene and dan and jackie.

what the fuck? you know, if you don’t like the heading of an article, you can decide not to read it. and also, you don’t get to set the agenda of what should or shouldn’t be read at this site. why don’t you head over to some anti-gay site instead of coming here?

i am glad my father is not in my life. i don’t miss him even though he’s still alive. but happy father’s day to those fathers who are doing it right.

fucking gentrifier!

i would build STEM schools for kids in underserved communities.

i for one do not like kim kardashian’s booty.

years ago my cousin was an asst. principal and worked with another woman whose sister was wheelchair bound and lived with her. my cousin’s co-worker won a moderate sum of money on the riverboat and the neighborhood paper wrote about it. one day the sister came home from work to find her disabled sister beaten to…

uhm, “teacher”, the word you were looking for is unkempt, not unkeeped. damn, that’s not even a fucking word and you really shouldn’t be teaching, troll.

troll.