Hear you. I lost my “second Mom” the woman who basically really raised me, to breast cancer, but I stand by what I said. I hate her.

I lost a dear friend to cancer, and I’m still very tempted to say that you’re giving it a raw deal in that comparison.

It’s rare that Ann Coulter makes me gasp, but this came pretty close.

As a Sri Lankan born and raised and living in America, I can tell you it doesn’t work like that. I’d love to go to Wonder Con or Anime Expo here in L.A. cosplaying as Commander Shephard or Link, but I feel really uncomfortable about doing it because I don’t wanna hear all the shittalking from all the assholes saying…

But what if my shrunken heads are prettier than those of Queen Office Bee? Won’t she get jealous over the more fabulous bone structure of my slain enemies?

Tech, or Trump?

I love you for showing me this

Noted; applying Cheeto dust thusly.

You take that back. You take that back right now.

Not if it’s a business tiara.

While obviously it’s in our nature to make snap judgements about people, things like this are just so sickening to me. Looking at someone’s car, ring, watch, whatever may tell you something about their life, but that something very well could be - nay, likely is - wrong.

I named a doll Jeffery. Big mistake because soon after Jeffery Dahmer was arrested. My dad started calling poor Jeffery, Chop-Chop.

Because of the influx of refugees.

This reminds me that we haven’t seen a tweet from Yoko Ono lately.

I see. So.

Jho Low is not linked to J Lo according to Le-o, but Lilo says yolo while eating a ho ho and this is all a no no.

Dammit. Now I want some coke and a LaCroix vodka tonic. And my asshole bleached.

“Haha.”

Thank god a Hollywood actor is involved so that what is surely the biggest single embezzlement scandal in the world can get mainstream media coverage in the US.

at least one foreign Pussy Posse correspondent, a man named Jho Low