Trust me: the consequences of any (let alone all) of the four them being killed are something you’re entirely unprepared for—and would find deeply upsetting. And that’s really only one reason you should not fantasize about them dying or being murdered.

Nope. I don’t care who the President is...I’m not going to joke or suggest someone kill him. Because the environment’s already hostile enough we don’t need idiots like that guy who shot up the ballfield thinking that’s the way to go and fucking the rest of us over.

I think my favorite part is that she had a secret pact with her coworker to lie to the boss and say they were in the office and she’s genuinely outraged that she “snitched” on her. But really, whose fault is it if she didn’t think to insist on a pinky swear?!

It’s like the trench run in Star Wars; some people need a visual to stay on target and some use their instincts and trust The Force.

“Fuck you, Mazzie, I am not a bot! Or a troll! You’re a smelly peepeehead whose head smells like peepee!

I have an ass that won’t quit expanding, does that count?

I was just hoping there would be a book tour where they hold me while I cry.

From that photograph, it looks like Streep could play Lagerfeld in a bio-pic. And you know she would be fabulous in it.

In the photo of Obama and Clooney, Obama is the hot one.

Our most handsome Commander in Chief...just look at that photo of him next to George Clooney.

I cannot believe we are going from this to a senile orange cat turd.

It’s crazy that people used to mock George Bush Sr for mangling sentences. We all laughed at his son too but those guys were like Cicero compared to Trump.