Yes. This, this, this! I was discussing my experiences and it was amazing how many small incidences of men taking ownership over my body I have collected over the years. And how polite I had to act to get them to stop.

Something like this happened to me when I was thirteen. I was groped in an elevator by the father of a classmate. I never told anyone except for a couple of friends when I was in college. I feel people will dismiss this woman’s account because “it’s not like he raped her,” or this does not “count as assault” or maybe…

to males: keep your hands in your pants or where I can see them.

How about you don’t grab them anywhere. Not the pussy, the brain, or anything in between.

I recently empowered my female dog to not barf her expensive prescription food all over the kitchen floor. She embraced the empowerment and barfed outside.

I know I love empowering females. Female kittens, female rabbits, female goats, female cannabis plants, female ducks. YOU NAME IT!

That’s a fair assessment. But I saw how shocked all my British colleagues and friends were when Brexit happened, and in many cases, it was because they had un-friended anyone who had views they found unpleasant. I like to know what the assholes are thinking. These aren’t people I hang out with in real life, just…

The thing is, drumpf doesn’t really love pussy. If you love something you respect it and want it to be happy.

That’s not a legitimate political view though, it’s just blatant misogyny. Definitely a defriending offense if ever there was one.

You guys. Someone on my Facebook just posted, “I’d rather a president who loves pussy than a president who is one.”

He wasn’t even a very effective gaslighter. He basically pulled the, “I don’t know her,” trick...which you can’t do when it’s on record that you know five of them professionally.

Not only that, but very early on it was obvious he was very congested. It sounded like he had a cold.

This was the most agonizing and repugnant part of tonight’s debate, the way Trump just gas-lighted the N I N E separate women who have come forward to reap the heaping benefits of their “ten minutes of fame.” Yes, it’s been a real PICNIC for these women, who have already been assaulted by Trump, to be called LIARS. …

Whelp, butter is ruined forever for me. I hope you’re happy.

I’ve learned my lesson to refrain from extremely reaching sarcasm attempts while post-debate drunk. I am suspending my campaign immediately and give all my delegates’ support to morifarty’s ringtone.

That hair would not make a suitable mop.

No there was still sniffing, when he was agitated. I think that he was coached to cut down on it though. Thankfully.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but...I Can’t Believe He’s Not Butter!

He’s butter

Trump could have grabbed the pussy of Mother Theresa’s corpse and his supporters wouldn’t abandon him...