Ivanka Trump is A.

I almost never cared, but then I saw your article and now I wonder when you will out Tom, Dick, and Harry.

Evolution in action. These folks are self-selecting themselves for extinction.

I’m sure there is a restaurant somewhere in New York serving Trump Hair Soup.

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I just don’t understand the appeal of this show.

Looks just like Taylor Swift!

This is perfect for a flechette.

I wear dresses. Where’s my star?

I would threaten Comey with Trump if it would make Trump not exist.

When we were kids, my brother and I peed on top of the Pyramid of the Moon.

Ralph should be the king.

Fundamentalism of all kinds and all religions needs to be fought tooth and nail.

She’s looking for Adam Levine’s payphone.

She’s applying for a mortgage, obviously. Where’s my fucking star?

Somewhere in a secret room lives the real killer.

I always make sure to carry an EpiSwift® pen to all of Taylor’s concerts.

As soon as Assange leaves the embassy, the poem will be:

I grow my character by fighting Republican asshattery.

Shade is a many-splendored thing.