Let me guess. The principal is white. *sigh*

Ooh, stabby hugs!

I’ve never heard a dime be referred to as anything other than a dime. I feel like I did the day I learned the difference between the way “hot dog” is said in Quebec and France.

What do they call it out west, an eighth? Heh. If I ever find myself in Cali, I’ll ask for a half-quarter and a two-four and wait for the confusion to roll across faces like clouds.

“He’s dying. What does he care?” Callous motherfucker.

“She agreed to be there. She didn’t leave. She didn’t fight. She didn’t tell anybody until later.”

I remember reading Katie Johnson’s account a few months ago. I don’t think it’s going to be the final nail at all. The information is out there, but so many people have their heads jammed in the sand. They don’t want to see, and we haven’t been able to make them see—so far.

That could be entertaining.

It’s hard enough sometimes to keep up with one’s own administration,  never mind a country across the pond. 

I made it worse! *lol*

One hundred percent. While he’s wearing the ball gag Brain mentioned.

Dude. Ow. I can see why not. 

“When you shake mine, it’s full of glitter and it moves!” 

He must’ve been terrified the whole time, thinking his career might be over. Poor guy. 

This is good Kinja. 

You just know it’s Jared in the gimp suit.

Me too. Sorry about that.

Don’t snort those pills that your buddy Brixton chops up for you

Oh god. Why did I picture it. The idea of them having milquetoast BDSM scenes is going to give me bad dreams for weeks.

#FoxholePresidency