it’s just a picture of legs that cuts to an image of a man standing in a burning house and he has a goat head and his eyes are the black of the void and then it cuts back to an image of legs with paint on them and then it’s the goat headed man and he’s closer to the foreground and I can smell sulfur and then it cuts…

Just a btw for you, anytime anyone ends their conment the way you did, automatically dismissive and pretending to be so above it all, as if any other opinion is not nearly as enlightened as your own, it just kinda makes you look weak like you can’t handle debate or hearing other opinions. Not a good look.

They both bought property on White Feminist Island and don’t check their mail very often.

Who doesn’t like mustard on hot dogs?

I am almost done with this rotten job

mewling mayoboy

Are you guys keeping a running list of all the adjective phrases Jezebel has used to describe Trump? And if so, will you be releasing that list at any point? Please say yes.

Mental health resources are stretched so thin on reservations. A lo of health and other services are stretched thin on the reservations. My reservation is dealing with a lot of synthetic marijuana use and also painkillers.

Hiding, or held captive? She has the tell-tale fingernails of a witch.

I hated school by senior year in high school, and my best friend had an afternoon work study job in town, so I often got “sick” at lunch and rode home with her. But the principal started just sending me to the nurse’s office, so I upped the ante and began telling him that I had suddenly started my period and had to go…

I was a bed wetter until I was like 8 or 9. One time at a slumber party I wet the bed in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping. So I took my underwear, rinsed them and stuck them in the freezer and staged the ‘frozen underwear’ prank on myself to cover my pee pee tracks and get some sympathy on side.…

Fuck yeah, let’s get this party started!

There wasn’t a single eye roll, smirk, or cocked eyebrow.

I’m gonna assume they both do. Neither one comes off as off-the-cuff witty.

She fucking killed that debate and I am drunk and a nasty woman and also i love bad hombres and fuck him and i ate a burrito and several cookies and maybe like a whole bottle of whine or wine or shit or omg i need to go to bed even on the west coast i am a mess omg i hate trump o hope he dies ifn a fire

I can top that

I’m writing in Tom Bergeron because I think he deserves better than Dancing with the Stars.

I’m Joanna, I sleep in a coffin and my cat is a ghost, and my mind is made up.

this reminds me that i need to complete my masterpiece, a spotify playlist solely consisting of songs that feature out of nowhere saxophone solos