Sir, how dare you question my credentials, sir!

The sad part? I 1000% believe this could be true.

...I wouldn’t waste the tots. 

64 yr old was British, that was his hard Brexit.

Well, YMMV, but for people with certain health conditions, drinking lots of water is super important, and just “drinking when you’re thirsty” doesn’t cut it. When I rely on my thirst, I actually become dehydrated, since I don’t tend to get thirsty, and I end up feeling terrible.

I’ve been afraid to be grayed for saying it, but....I call him Mr. Potato Head. His body is smokin’, but rhe head is just so oddly shaped. And beige. 

Thank you for finally speaking against Tatum, your stand has inspired in me the courage to say that he has a block head.

I don’t know what she did or how she did it, but how do I get a Simone Biles jersey?

Now that it’s all but official and a man who is not only going to give rabid conservatives the 5th reliable Supteme Court vote they’ve so desperately wanted for decades, but is also a sexual criminal, a drunk, a pathological liar, and a man who believes Trump is above the law, is the newest justice, I want to take…

His horrible birth mother is Jewish? My sympathies to her entire family line.

You started an affair with a 17-year old when you were 24? 

Bring out the ol’ Chanclas for these degenerates!

I’d say step one is not wear filthy outdoor running shoes in the house - like the person in the photo at the top of the article is doing.

The most shocking part of this whole thing: IT’S EYE-EE-SHA?!!!

You’re such a miserable twat.

I still can’t figure out why an office needs a dining table.

“You can listen to the song below...”

The issue I always have with people talking about voting third-party, is that the third party candidates aren’t about jack shit either. This isn’t a “Democrats and Republicans and the two party system” problem; it’s a “white people run the federal government” problem.

Also, semi related: when I was moving out of my (now ex-) husband’s house, he had piled all of my belongings in the living room like the real class-act that he is, refused to help me load the car, etc. and when the final load was packed and I turned around to say goodbye... he gave me Super Puppy Eyes and asked me…