“I’ve had offers, but my book is just too good for traditional publishing, that’s why I’m going the self-publishing route” is something no author has ever or will ever say.

“Giant Pile of Shit Demands Respect”

My sexual proclivities are none of your concern.

We should also stop maybe calling him Doctor since he has not renewed his license to practice since 2006 and he shills quak treatments and pseudoscience bullshit regularly.

Ask Barbara Streisand how well this is going to turn out.

Self-published=no publisher wanted it.

Damn, this Shakespeare guy is good. Does he have a podcast?

I want to go one episode where young Campion isn’t a complete irritating shit.  I see where the show is going with this and how children natural rebel against their parents but every episode Campion is like “Fuck this shit, I am going to go do something that nearly kills me.” Even Father seems to be done with that…

The Trump supporters I know are all people who are financially secure, driving Cadillacs, living in 3000 square foot houses, with two secure jobs or pensions, and usually with health insurance. They are, bar none, the biggest bunch of deluded whiners I’ve ever known, and I used to be a high school teacher. I have…

The Bard said it best:

I loved 1984 Dune. As a kid, it was one of my favorite movies. But so was Star Trek: The Motion Picture. I liked boring things.

IT’S REVER RUPUS!

So that’s what it would look like if Bane recorded a roots rock album after breaking Batman’s back.

I’ve seen this movie already: it’s called the nightly news 

Motherfucker, you didn’t prevent panic, all you did was make sure we had no idea what we were doing wiping down groceries and making boomers upset that they took handshakes away when you should have been manufacturing masks and making them mandatory. 

Just say it already!

Just a reminder in 2020; if you’re voting Republican,you are voting for racism and sexism and thus you are a racist and a sexist.

Beebo’s a big LaRouche guy

Well, if you can bring back John Vernon, let’s do an Animal House prequel about Dean Wormer’s 1920s fraternity days.

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