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Ah, Lloyd Benson. You might have been one of the least inspiring Vice Presidential candidates in one of the least inspiring Presidential campaigns in modern history but you left the Earth with one truly immortal burn.

Ephebophile, n: a pedophile with a thesaurus

CR-ISIS?

That’s a really weird and stupid pet peeve.

Not quite there yet.

I STAND BY MY CORRECT TAKE THAT THEY ARE NASTY. I HAVE VERY STRONG OPINIONS REGARDING CANDY.

Normally, Meghan has impeccable taste. Reese’s Pieces, however, are VILE.

Joan Walsh summed it up well last night: from what we (currently) know, Franken occasionally acted like a boorish ass, and went way over the line for acceptable behaviour, and should face the consequences of that.

So Oliver Stone got mad at Melissa Gilbert for embarrassing him in a social situation and wrote a “special” scene for her to audition for him in The Doors. It involved having her on her hands and knees in front of him saying “do me.” She describes it as “humiliating and horrid.” What a fucking turd. I wish Half Pint

An attack on the Commander is an attack on Gilead, blessed be the fruit. Or something like that.

If I brought the dog to your lap, my mitzvah for the day is done.

Because she was a classmate of one of the accusers? She’s got to see how that story will reflect on her as the creep-adjacent.

Trump’s already got his wannabe storm troopers just waiting for the ok to become his own latter day SA.

Sorry, how does Moore’s wife think that revealing his history of sexual assault is an attack on her?

From my dinner table a few years ago after my father-in-law was scraping the bottom of his bowl of vegetable chili I’d made:

This is my story. I wanted to be Olivia in Hopelessly Devoted and then a decade later realized who the real kickass woman was, with the best song.

Rizzo is the beeeeeest. She was just the coolest. I wanted to be a Rizzo, but I knew I was probably more of a Jan.

They were the Lycra disco pants and she is wearing Candies so the outfit was more 1978 then 1958.

I didn’t need any revelations, because I always knew it was a really shitty thing to change yourself to get a boy to like you, that smoking and sexual pressure were bad, and that if you were a beauty school dropout, your options were limited. That said, those were some damned catchy songs and I still wonder what the