Well, we certainly couldn’t believe a woman.
Well, we certainly couldn’t believe a woman.
Just a friendly reminder that Hillary was saying all of this before the election and even on TV, but nah, her emails...
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“Also—and I’m just saying—Thinx don’t work for shit.”
An important distinction has been made by Comey and Rodgers:
This is fucking huge. Now imagine what the GOP would be doing if it was President Clinton under active investigation for this. They’d be crawling over their own children to investigate her.
At Monday’s heavily-anticipated House Intelligence Committee hearing, FBI director James Comey acknowledged that the…
Stuff like this is why I laugh when people suggest Capote wrote To Kill a Mockingbird. I don’t doubt he loved Harper Lee to pieces but he would NEVER let someone else take credit for his work. He couldn’t even handle other people covering similar material. Even though he knew it would never challenge the masterpiece…
I don’t like how her vagina (aka, Satan Hole) is seemingly jumping off the internets in that gif. I have an offended.
The title of that first complaint is, simply, “Islam,” which is a good indication of the kind of person registering the complaint. But coincidentally, “Pittsburgh” is an anagram for “dipshits live here.” Which, as they’ve told me repeatedly over the past 12 years, the FCC can’t do anything about, really.
The first guy was just confused. Lady Gaga is an anagram for A Glad Gay, which is clearly the byproduct of Sharia Law
Sure, why not
Satan shepherd’s pie is more likely...
This isn’t about cramps (though I am having them right now and self medicating with a 99cent brownie from 7/11) but Madeleine, can I please get ungrayed? I have been around for over 4 years now, I don’t engage with trolls and try to be a respectful commenter. Thank you!
that’s the impression I get, too!!!! I get the impression from his body language and all that she tore him a new one and he’s seething about it because how could a WOMAN talk to him like that.
This is all pretty insidious.
Reminds me of when I was a kid growing up in Scotland. In winter my mother used to put a nice hot boiled egg in each of my gloves (probably mittens at that age) and I would have toasty warm hands all the way to school - where I would eat the eggs at morning break.
Went to a Dolly concert last year. Saw a shirt that read: