It was a thing in the 80s (at least early 80s?) because no one had the damn sense to look over at the Tostitos and eat those with chili. Or Doritos—I know for damn sure they had Doritos in the early 80s, granted, I think they only had the Nacho Cheese, but still!

(Looks at protesters.)

Shit, I thought that’s what got us here in the first place. Obviously someone ignored something. Common sense, logic, reason...

I knew I called her Krackyanne for a reason!

To paraphrase the great Dolemite: Is this (ALLA THIS) for real?

Goddammit, should a WoC ever use the term “bow down before him?”

We find that insulting! Even imbeciles wouldn’t vote for him!

I would, except that whole “making that guy who wasn’t making fun of her son AT. ALL.” thing. And the fact that it’s just “locker room talk, that’s how men talk.” And something something something about “she threw herself on my husband/she’s just jellus/whothefuckknows.”

As I’ve said before, let’s focus on Mr. Trumputinpissypence, not how terrible/not terrible a campaign Hillary ran. That’s over, and there’s a yuge orange elephant in the room that we must tackle.

That just happened to me—I mentioned that my older sister and I saw a call box around the corner from our house many moons ago (1980?) Then I had to explain what a call box was. Then a phone booth. Then the fact that there were once phone booths in downtown St. Louis. Finally I turned the conversation to something…

I remember trying to eat Kraft “cheese” like regular cheese as a kid. That weird, plastic taste has never left, although there’s nothing like it on a burger! Just don’t put it on fish sandwiches, breakfast sandwiches, burritos, biscuits...

I immediately thought of R. Kelly, all the perverted shit my older sister told me in HS (that I kinda believed, even though there was no internet internet back then), and how fitting it would be if he could play at the “inauguration.” I’d hate watch the shit out of that.

I’ll take the meat. ALL THE MEAT. In fact, pour me a glass of BBQ sauce, and I’m good. No need for side items!

PoorMan’sFrankLangella:

I would actually like a couple to frame--drown one in Mountain Dew (or lemonade) to say it had been autographed by one of the Golden Hookers, and another to put in the basement. It’d look nice with the B-movie posters and Three Stooges one sheets (and who is Trumpy but a terrible, terrible Stooge? Trumpy, the 8th…

In Russia, prostitutes piss on YOU!

Hey, now! #notallzombies!

I can sight-read music and have oodles and oodles of Three Stooges knowledge! I am also very snarky. Other than that, I’ve got nothing.

Off subject, but why is this gorgeous woman wearing fucking pink lipstick/gloss/monstrosity?

Speaking for my mother, circa 1987, you’ll never be ready! Although, it will be funny when your daughter says she has “the curse” exactly like Rue McClanahan said it on The Golden Girls last week.