At least with a post-Taco Bell fart, you know exactly the horror that awaits you. Not the case with the latter.

I trust a post-Taco Bell fart more than I trust Trump.

Pudge Dredd.

My So-Called President.

Thats interesting because i thought i saw Trump this morning, too. Instead it was my shit after a night of eating fast food.

I thought I saw Trump this morning out in the neighborhood. When I looked more closely, it was an old rusted tea kettle upon which some shit-eating buzzard had built a nest.

that he thinks what has happened here is an affront to law enforcement only further underscores the fact that he believes his word is law.

Jeeze Peter Theil you just can’t stay away, can you?

Although people can reasonably disagree on the exact scope of when in what contexts particular potentially problematic statements should be considered appropriate (e.g. can a presumed bigot appropriately be insulted by likening them to who they hate), and in what way such perceived microaggressions might be best…

Speaking on behalf of people at gay bars everywhere: no we won’t.

There are easier ways to get yourself a date with a dude than trolling the comments of a blog like this. Just go to a gay bar, they’ll accept you.

I mean, most people were Team Kerrigan because Tonya’s people had Nancy’s knees capped.

Those of us in Kentucky know the Bowling Green Massacre was when a sinkhole opened up in the Corvette Museum and swallowed up a bunch of cars.

Every single fucking day for the next 1-4 years.

#neverforget

Right after the election, many were arguing to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Why compare him to a dictator like Mussolini when he hasn’t done anything yet?” they said. “This is America,” they said. “Checks and balances...”

Steve Bannon looks like the odd man out at a swingers party attended by Ted Cruz.