Too bad you don’t even have that going for you.

Google “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” it’s still not the title of the song. Factual errors have been found on the Internet before.

No, Stephen Miller has been generating the white-hot heat of self-hating Jewishness for quite some time, unfortunately.

Dairy goes again!

Bin Laden is dead, so I don’t know how I could sound like him, but you are operating under the assumption that A) you’re correct, and B) I give a shit.

Democrats
Don’t
Do
That
Kind
Of
Fascist
Shit
And
Call
It
Patriotism
And
Besides
Republican
Assholes
Are
Sending
Pipe
Bombs
To
Liberals
They
Have
Been
Told
To
Hate
By
The
Motherfucking
President
Stop
With
Your
Dumb-ass
False
Equivalencies
Or
I’ll
Make
You
Read
More
Of
These,
Fucko

What fucking country do yo i n right now? Every day the Executive Branch does its best to terrorize everyone who isn’t them, and groups and individuals that sane people would call terrorists are greeted as heroes by the assholes who got us here. Fuck off to a Hallmark card with your shit.

Thank you, Hamilton Nolan’s mom! But he’s made his mind up. So have I.

Then we fucking place small plastique explosives on the columns of the Supreme Court, one by one.
Seriously, shit needs to start burning.

Slightly off-topic, but ixnay on “Mama Rose.” No one in Gypsy calls her that, she never refers to herself that way, and besides, it’s “Momma” and not “Mama.” Just Rose, or Madame Rose if you want to be as grandiose as she is.

This is almost completely an act of fealty to Adelson. Kiss the ass, scoop the coin.

Please add me to your positive-energy mailing list, o self-proclaimed lifeless one.

Perhaps New Yorkers, like their pizza, simply lack depth.

Which is why nobody fucking calls it those things anywhere ever.
Nice try.

Don’t concede that. Jon Stewart is apparently just fearful of any food that’s taller than he is.

Where the hell would anyone just order a “pizza?” Every fucking joint in Chicago serves at least two of the three styles and they’re delineated on the menu just like anywhere else.

Stand over there so the car won’t hit me, please.

You know what they say in the British weight loss magazines:
MEN IT CAN BE DONE!!!

Word. This whole situation boils down to one of two things: 1) “I gotta be the FIRST on my block ta see itt!!! I gotta! I gotta!!!!!” Or, 2) “I can’t bear the thought of doing the mental legwork to avoid spoilers for 24/48/72 hours! Noooooooo!!!” Either way, there are sexier first-wold problems to have, like no Cool…

League was so fucked the owner tried twice and still can’t spell “done” right.