The Beastmaster.
The Beastmaster.
They drink and they know things.
For lack of a better way to put it, she’s playing the long game. The interview just builds her platform for book and other deals that she’ll need to avoid financial ruin at the hands of the opposing legal team.
3:30 in the playground. My money’s on Ralphie.
Are we down with CTE?
Nice try with the false disjunction, Dr. Carson.
“Bring out The Trump.”
For our ancestors it was always last call.
He took the van and then . . . let it go.
Dear Vanessa (about-to-be-former) Trump,
Yeah. This gives me a sad.
Whoa . . .
‘The confused “hello?” is really dying off now.’
Did you get your picture taken at the Bone Center? Many have.
Some are in this together-er than others.
Pharma DOH!
That’s mighty, um, orange of him.
Baller!
What if she just realized she didn’t turn off the coffeemaker?
Judge Kiyo Matsumoto ain’t nothin’ to fuck with.