It sure is, and I hold this dream close to my heart

My smelling salts, please.

It’s also sexual harassment. Should be top of the list.

Baby wigs!

I’ve spent a lot of time camping and hiking in AZ, and the memory that really sticks out is the time I was in a developed campground and happened to be next to this good ol’ boy from rural Texas, and even he was like, “These assholes just throw everyone under the bus! I could call them up and say I want to buy some…

My coworker had a client once who liked to tell her in no uncertain terms that he had a big dick ready for her. Like it was just a totally acceptable thing to insert into workplace conversation. He was also 75 or something.

Werther’s Intoxication.

My mother is the best person in Arizona.

Nice dirty pillows.

Is it just me or did Yoko’s tweet make sense?

Don’t be tricked. If you feed it, it will keep hanging around.

She’s cute, but she’s no Humphrey Bogart.

The more someone insists they’re “one of the good ones,” a “nice guy,” the more I become convinced there is a torture basement in their residence.

that sectional. that SECTIONAL. THAT sectional. THAT SECTIONAL.

something something something, donkey sauce.

“lose a limb” how?

Better lock your doors, tonight, randilyn! 💛

It’s not the first time Grandma has been woken up with a banana, amirite?

YOU MEAN BLACK PEOPLE DO OTHER STUFF AND JUST LIKE LIVE THEIR LIVES AS BEST THEY CAN LIKE EVERYONE ELSE?