But think of the bliss! The bliiiissssss.

Now everyone knows how to kill you.

Yayyyyy sign me the fuck up for that.

Push button, get stuff. Uses drones, I think.

Push button, get stuff. Uses drones, I think.

The announcer is so into it! “Lookit the sparks fly, inside the cockpit as well..! Lookit the wheeels, still spinning! It’s all KRAKOOOM BASSHHHH SKREEEEEEEEE!!!”

Yeah, but the right has decided that facts no longer matter, so why not say that Pence wants funerals for a blastocyst.

(Reading thru other replies to your mention of The Secret...I love how people [like me] don’t just think it’s bullshit, but are profanely bothered by it. I think what plays into such seething hate is the knowledge that a devotee of that warmed-over New Age hash would tell us “See, now, what you’re doing is…

Oh my fucking god I worked in the State Street Barnes & Noble in Santa Barbara (not far from where O lives in the mountains of Montecito above us plebes) and we moved stack after stack of that shitty, awful book because of her. Credulous dingbats with more dollars than sense would by them a dozen at a time. To give to…

Wow. The irony there just broke my jaw.

And they breed like rabbits.

Maybe he did, but that ain’t him.

Is it...is it “everyone fucks and then dies”?

‘Cause I saw that coming, I did.

Says Chinese condiment man.

Excellent! Keep going.

You’re definitely not alone.

The Sinclair Method. It works. That it’s not a standard part of addition treatment programs in the United States is a fucking crime.

Even more TL;DR: credentialed ≠ educated.

The Tango. Is the forbidden dance.

Hallo.