I recall some sitcom set in modern day LA. Some youngish woman character bragged how she could get anywhere in LA without making a left-hand turn. And now we know.

Even if I wanted to piss money like no tomorrow, the hotel is located in Florida—one of the worst states of the nation thanks to that mini-Trump fascist governor and his full-bore lying hypocrisy.

“Bologna”...isn’t that word Italian for “pink fat”?

No mention of The Quiet Man?

Writing a long novel has to be an incredible ordeal.  So if you were way-old and had millions of dollars that you literally could not spend before you die, would you bother slaving over the book?

Never seen one. And given how its styling doesn’t “click” for me—as if it’s a Miata with a bad bodykit pop-riveted into place—I could care less if I ever see one.

As if driving a honkin’ big truck or chunky station wagon that get lousy gas mileage—thousands of dollars spent per year just on gas—that stealing one tank’s worth makes any real difference.

Well if you’re gonna work some place and be a real “dick” about it....

Dudette, proofread.

Now, now—it’s always good to know our base level—where even a total asshole can’t stoop any lower than the “genius” of Dumbass Donald.

People find the dumbest stuff to piss ‘n’ moan over.

You mean to tell me that the Oreo cookie is correct for once?

<Slaps forehead> “Sitler”—that’s too perfect.

Meh, at least his house isn’t as ostentatiously awful as this guy’s decorating:

NFT: nitwit financially taken.

“Russian Energy Imports Act” my ass. It’s actually the “Guarantee Obscene Profits for My Constituents—the Oil Companies—Act”.

Capitalizing “Black” while not doing likewise for “white”--such simpleton racism.  

1) Since you’re so willfully ignorant, anything I wrote would not be grasped by you.

True, but Dodge is my car company—the land of Plum Crazy Purple—now the dismal hovel of Glossy Gray Primer. So disgusted.

I look at the dude and for some strange reason, only two words pop to mind: “Hitler Youth”.