i store my whipped butter at room temp in a covered glass dish in my microwave when i got tired of ripping things trying to spread it on.  works fine.  also, if you grate butter, you will end up with a big mess.

I misread that as “When he directed Indiana Jones And The Temple Of Doom, he channeled the misanthropic energy from his first marriage into its depiction of Willard Scott” & thought, “wow, i missed that part completely.”

“We understand and respect the gravy and hickory-smoked bacon of this day, and remain committed to equity, inclusion and sides for all.”

i loved that movie “das bot!”

at least they weren’t touting a bbq pulled pork sandwich...

i live on cape cod & frankly, i’d completely forgotten she was gay.

he’s going to win & she was re-elected so it’s a win-win for them.  others might hate them but their voters love them.  the problem isn’t the pols, it’s the people who put them in office.

for some unknown reason, one of my cats has recently become very upset whenever i take out the garbage. he knows i’m coming back in 2 minutes tops but he cries & screams & tries to bite my legs to keep me from going out the door. he won’t calm down until i return & sit with him & pet him. he doesn’t do this when i go…

i misread the headline as “I ate my dog’s emotional support animal” & thought, wait, what?

thank you for your service, comrade bot.

not necessarily.  if the baby was a maga, it wouldn’t mind.  it would probably boast about it.

you’re wrong & you should feel bad about being wrong.

i hadn’t heard about that story so used your link, thanks. it’s not something i would do but i think it was the couple’s way of dealing with the news that a wanted child was certain to die soon after birth. that’s a crushing pain i hope you never have to deal with.  you really shouldn’t judge them. their story has…

their fb page is down - what a surprise!

so ball’s in your court, democrats - start making up some lie-stories about republicans of your own.  taking the high road ain’t getting you nowhere, no matter what michelle obama says.

i would like to believe in ghosts...but i don’t. why does your grandmother get to make contact with you but mine doesn’t? my grammy isn’t good enough to give a sign from the great beyond?  fuck you.

truthiness.

i don’t get the love for this sketch at all...but if you do...i hope it gives you great pleasure!

i just can’t anymore with minutia & trivia. it’s exhausting that so many people are trying to distract me with meaninglessness.  are others really getting worked up about things like this?

you, sir, are entitled to your wrong opinion.