What a fucking tire fire you guys have down there.

I stared at this headline for a few seconds because I thought “DJ Who” was a person.

Fixed it.

Drug odd bad already ether depraved depths indeed.

Whenever I slurred my seech a bit my ex told me to smile as an indication of wether I was having a stroke or not.

Right, that and unregulated traffic calming.

Seems like you’d be really great at dinner parties.

A little of column A, a little of column B, a little of column C.

DON’T FUCK US OVER AGAIN PETCHESKY.

Ok Ajit Pai...

With all due respect, fuck right off. If there’s anything we’ve learned from giant corporations is that they will do anything possible to squeeze as much money out of consumers as possible with little or no consideration for the consumer in the first place.

Let them drink onion juice. Seriously, if they’re dumb enough to do it (just like supporting PRUMP) then they should suffer the consequences.

The worst.

“No, they are worried that if they once again fall down the stairs with their underwear over their head and their dick stuck in a melon coconut their donors will stop calling.”

Always that goddamn “National Democrat Party” at work.

I’ve always found it really stupid that I’m so hung up on, let’s say, my girlfriend, wanting to sleep with somebody else. If she still wants to be with me and live a life with me that has lots of non-sexual intimacy (and let’s be honest here, at least some occasional sexual intimacy) then why should another dick be…

I’d be interested to see how many taxpayer dollars were used for this fishing expidition. FOI request!

As someone who is not an American nor lives in America, I will be glad to take in an international event that isn’t ruined by the USA. So add me to that list.

As a Jets fan still wondering WTF happened on Wednesday in our 7-2 home-opening loss, this at least brings me slight joy.