Thank you so much for your sympathy, I wasn’t clear in my emotional outburst. Rehab, physical therapy, acupuncture, pain management, we’ve done it all. It began with a back injury, and degenerative discs combined with torn ligaments and plain old arthritis have created a perfect storm of pain. He refuses to consider…

Sad to say, that conversation has been had more than once. My greatest fear is dementia. As he ages, his interior life shrinks. His greatest joy is telling people stories of his accomplishments, which are amazing, but I know them very, very well.

Elder Jezzies, I need you.

Precisely my point. Who goes to their hairdresser and says, “I want my hair to epitomize cozy and convivial?” 

Kate, who made you write this? Are you OK? Do you need help? Can you tell me WTF “hygge” hair color is? I didn’t think so. Where are they holding you? Do you have snacks and something to drink? That’s it, I’m tweeting Bobby.

Fuck you whiners, WOO HOO!

Ah.

Who is Ben Higgins?

Never mind that King guy. This is what we are going to be fighting for the next two, four, six years. Is this the democratic process? It sure as fuck isn’t.

Mahrer’s is far worse because it casually came out of his mouth, indicating that he says shit like that all the time. I fucking hate him and have hated him forever.

THE BEST THING EVER!

I love Barf Bag, I really do. But could it happen in the morning? I honest to God had a Trump nightmare last night. Don’t even try to tell me to have some self control.

Hmmmm, you know Santa Claus isn’t real, right? There’s plenty of nasty shit being posted, the site is being more closely monitored.

I feel so bad for ol’ Nicole. She tries so hard, and tries, and tries. Me, I’d have a little beach house and too many cats by this time.

Thanks for the link. I posted on the language below.

OK, here’s a lesson on legislation.

I’m feeling a bit petulant about the whole thing.

Oh, I’ve got a few stories. One always guarantees a free drink if not a meal. Mind you, I only use my powers for good.

Would pay for an interview with the server that had to stand there, stone faced, while Lil’ J had his hissy fit.

This is the Washington Post’s shirt