The sheer arrogance of his lying is just mindboggling. I mean, this isn’t abstract concepts, it’s simple arithmetic:R’s had all the votes they needed to pass it if they chose to.
The sheer arrogance of his lying is just mindboggling. I mean, this isn’t abstract concepts, it’s simple arithmetic:R’s had all the votes they needed to pass it if they chose to.
I saw that too!
That grey dress was so fantastic.
He won’t as he is too qualified. That is not how it works anymore. Those degrees from Harvard are too elitist. He is not a man of the people. You know, morons.
I’m a seamstress, and I tell all my dude friends to get their suits tailored. A thousand-dollar suit still looks terrible if you buy it off the rack and don’t bother to have it altered, but a $300 suit that you’ve had fitted to your body can look like a million bucks. My suspicion is, though, that Trump thinks he’s…
Oh god, if only we had Jeeves to set him straight...
A large group of people within the district organized that a week or so ago. They’ve also organized three “With or Without You” town halls this week and invited him to all three. Unfortunately he’s too busy fundraising in MN04 to meet his constituents.
Every time I see her I think of the Wraith in Stargate Atlantis
I live in an extremely blue city in a blue state, and the other night I was woken by a man screaming in the streets about how he voted for Trump, and how he is a Navy veteran, and he will kill anyone who disagrees with him. Then he started screaming, ‘This is war! This is war!’ I’m sure he was heavily intoxicated,…
Medusa style! Perhaps the OED 2nd Edition supermagnifier as your orb?
Apocalyptic bookfort ftw! May I suggest a heavily decorated rainstick and headdress as symbols of your wisdom and authority?
This was my thought.
Once again, a cappella news has me nonplussed. Pentatonix, the subject of my waking nightmares (daymares?) and…
My ex has a Bill Murray story, which is rather mundane, which makes it all the more believable.
My ex was leaving his law office and about to go to lunch (this is in Tampa, Florida). As he’s walking to a nearby restaurant, a stretch limousine pulls up beside him, and just creeps for a few seconds, before the rear…
Finally, I was waiting for this article since last night!
Welcome to Midweek Madness. Bobby Finger, your usual intrepid guide through the tabloids, is on vacation in Italy so…
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I call that a clutch 11. It’s like a catch 22 except it’s pink, smaller, half as effective, and twice the price.
I’m guessing Chris Christie curses all the time. Andrew Jackson cussed so much that his pet parrot basically only spoke in a stream of curse words. There has to be a candidate for the fucking irreverent!
That is such an awesome concept!