Let’s not kid ourselves. If the mayor were still that hammy Boris Johnson, Trump would be calling him a courageous leader and extolling his virtues. This is based on the fact that the President is a brown Muslim.

I for one welcome our new mole... uh, underlords.

I think it’s time that medical science really starts researching “Peensteria”. They do all seem to be highly emotional, getting the vapors and incapable of rational thought. The wandering humors of the testes and the ego may be a serious malady that we have been overlooking for centuries.

It must be their time of the month. And by that I mean, the whole damn month.

Men sure are emotional and irrational lately. I think we need to stop letting them make statements, run things, and read the news until we can get a handle on what’s happening.

Yet Kid Rock is still alive and thriving.

Jesus Christ, poor Chris Cornell is ashes now.

Jeff Koons doesn’t care if you know it or not.

Show of hands: who now wants to see a picture of this agent?

A friend of mine has a rule that before she gets on a flight, she makes sure her facebook status says how much she hates the Daily Mail, in case the plane crashes and the DM journalists trawl her page to write about her.

I was reading about him on The Pool and it made me profoundly sad. He seemed like a lovely, funny, genuine person. And he had a Deirdre Barlow tattoo!

Yeah...I mean, I’m all for folks finding happiness. But aren’t both of these ladies recently divorced, and in Abby’s case, only recently sober? This is a lot of big life changes at once, especially for a family with kids involved.

When I was in my 2o’s, I had a cute butt, perky tits and tiny waist. (But no silicone tits right under my chin.) Now I’m almost 67. After two pregnancies and a hard bout with breast cancer 18 year ago, I have a saggy ass, thick waist, poochy tummy and lopsided boobs. I still go to the gym to increase my muscle mass,…

Abby Wambach has married Christian mom blogger Glennon Doyle Melton, and she wore a snazzy red and white ensemble for the ceremony.

My burner name has been waiting for it’s day to shine!

People really do not need opioids unless they are receiving palliative care or have just had major surgery. We have become so afraid of feeling any kind of pain (that combined with drug companies pushing opioid use) in our society that we have created a nation of millions of addicts.

It’s two things: Money, and I forgot what the other thing was.

In quite possibly the most apt-metaphor since the physical manifestation of Man’s hubris struck an iceberg, the Statue of Liberty went dark just before midnight.

For the love of Khaleesi, shut up.