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Co-signed. And I’m one of them. It just makes me think of the old Chris Rock sketch, “you’re supposed to take care of your kids - what do you want, a cookie?!” There are things in humanity that you’re supposed to stand up for - I do NOT need a cookie for standing up to my co-workers and calling them on their bullshit!

This is perfect because Megyn is the embodiment of a grown-up Regina George.

I swear to Almighty God, if one more of these assholes comes up to me and says something like, “Suck it up, buttercup” or “do you need a safe space and a therapy dog?” I’m going to put someone in the hospital.

Well, they did keep to their own kind by electing a bloviating pig’s anus to be their leader.

I wish the Rapture would hurry up and happen for all of these God-fearing, Evangelical, racist, sexist, “get all my news from Facebook,” misanthropic “patriots,” so all of us who are “left behind” can get on with our lives.

I’m no eugenicist, but this woman’s parents should not have been allowed to breed.

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“halal certification of Vegemite is funding islamic terrorism”

Only 69 more days until the Apocalypse!

I hope you told him to move to Kansas, where they’ve already had a Republican majority in the legislature and Governor’s mansion run the state into the fucking ground, let alone screw with civil rights. No roads. No schools. No complaining from the wimmin-folk. No problems!

“So much water...you’ll get tired of water!”

2017: “bigly” gets put in the OED

Just wait until John Roberts writes the majority decision citing that the Framers didn’t really intend on a free press and everything becomes state-sponsored media!

Thank you for that gif, but it made me spill my Gentleman Jack. Eh, should’ve bought the cheap stuff for tonight. What was I thinking?

Cheesemongers of the world unite!

Um, if Laverne Cox is a figure of our collective imaginations, fuck reality.

Because I’m crass AF: if Halle Berry needs to fart in my general direction, well, my mother was a hamster and my father smelled of elderberries.

Thank you for this story. I haven’t felt the elation of pure joy in quite sometime.

Holy fuck. I don’t care how quietly, covertly, or cutely you blow your nose - excuse yourself from the goddamned table for that shit. Ugh!