Cat never barks at every little thing that comes to the door. Cat never knocks over trash looking for goodies while I’m out. Cat doesn’t eat dog shit.

I feel like this is appropriate.

The worst part is after the election is over that turnip will continue to tweet. And tweet. And tweet. And morons will eat it up, the more outlandish the better.

You are good people.

Needs more bra.

When being a Little Rascal gets real

It also goes without saying that fine specimen couldn’t rule his way out of a wet paper bag.

And when is it not “too soon” to point to that fool and use him as the perfect example of what happens when you ignore science and basic common sense.

Getting the tip caught in the 9 was just the worst.

We shared the same childhood.

And farting. We’re excellent at farting.

Hear that?

I don’t think I’ve even used the term “best friend” since a few years out of high school. Now its friends, good friends, acquaintances, people I don’t bother with, etc...

Yeah I’d say its more apropos than ironic.

I read an early draft where out of nowhere Riddick charismatically swings in at the very end and saves all of Westeros for a carton of Kool’s, riding two dragons like surfboards into the sunset with Emilia Clarke grasping his waist, eyeshine glistening. It was riveting. The second draft involving Jackie Chan wasn’t…

One of those tew yewts?

Texas must be very easy.

Thanks for the heads-up on this, I had no idea. So many wonderful memories and learning opportunities.

God I’m old. I was finishing my divorce when this show started.