Stay safe in Boston! Our little city is a piss ass backwater compared to yours. I can only imagine the crowd that will come out to counter the racist shitheads. Happy hunting/watching/yelling/singing/punching!

Right? BANANAS. I bet he would have if he’s had two brain cells to rub together and thought of it first.

Naw. Vancouver.

Second best- Vancouver!

Do tell. I don’t care how old salacious rumours are- I’m here for them.

Teenagers are dipshits. I speak on authority here because I once was one- and also hold the pleasure of keeping my own child alive long enough to reach 18 years of age this very month. I think this qualifies me as an expert.

Oh, this is really quite wonderful. Yes, vuvuzelas and tubas have a place. As do trombones. I envision Benny Hill/ Yakkety Sax, punctuated with sad trombone. Then an interlude with vuvuzelas and bagpipes playing Dueling Banjos.

I know. sigh

When’s Trump going to realize the problem isn’t any of them making him look bad, it’s him? He’s going to run out of people to fire soon.

HE BOUGHT IT FAIR AND SQUARE

That Venn diagram, excuse me, Venn-like diagram is WONDERFUL.

The cake should be a reward for after the anti-nazi rally. First the hard work THEN the dessert.

This is a smart emergency ration plan. Any gravy is good gravy.

I have questions. First, how can these ladies WORK SO HARD and not break a sweat? Also, the flying splits with the landing crotch bounce- the most hardened adolescent gymnast would hurt themselves doing this on a padded mat- how can these performers do the same on hard shiny floors time after time without wincing or…

YES! Oh, so delicious. All the salt and sweet and deliciousness.

Don’t forget to sprinkle nutmeg and paprika on top because that’s what makes it fancy.

I’m hoping it isn’t a complete shit show. I fucking hate glitter but would definitely enjoy seeing it liberally applied to nazis and police officers alike.

As someone with mostly Scots heritage (some Irish) I feel great shame that I have raised a child who doesn’t like potatoes. Not fries. Not chips. Not mashed or boiled or roasted. Where did I go wrong? I didn’t over or under expose him in infancy, nor use it as a weapon or prop for a prank.

Gravy. Sometimes mashed spuds need gravy.

Never a truer statement has been made.