I thought he was going to get into a fistfight with Jim Acosta over the poem. I was afraid he’d bite him and poor Jim would end up as one of the walking dead.

I’m understanding less and less on Jez lately.

I want the guy next door that keeps trying to convince me to play pickle ball.

She also needs a bra that fits correctly and doesn’t hang out of that dress. Tacky, tacky.

Since I only knew who a few of these people were and had no idea what the hell the context of all this alphabet soup was, you win for worst headline of the month.

What about a SodaStream?

That’s been the story with all of her relationships though. She’s madly, obsessively in love until one day, it’s over. I don’t know if she’s going to learn any lessons this time either.

Just wait for tonight when tomorrow’s editions of WaPo and the NY Times hit the news shows. I’m sure we’ll find out exactly what shitstorm he’s running from today.

I can’t go more than a handful of hours without having some degree of an anxiety problem because of him. Sometimes it gets so bad that I shake and I’m back on anti-anxiety meds. I have no idea how I’ll make it through three and a half more years.

Random, but my cat has that exact ball track and she does that exact thing with it sometimes. It’s been her favorite, favorite toy for three years. :)

I generally think he’s adorable but that picture is kind of scary. His mouth looks huge

Remember when there were all these people inexplicably saying they liked Kellyanne Conway when she first started working for Trump? This weekend I heard all kinds of people on different shows saying they knew and liked “Mooch” (and that is his nickname). He’s been around a long time.

You just know he’s got ugly balls too. No man with a nose like that has nice balls.

Shart happens.

I think they’re just big Hilary Duff-level caps.

Made in America Week is the gift that keeps on giving. Donnie in a fire truck, with a big wrench, a big cowboy hat, playing batter up and now this.

It’s a new device to measure the strength of medical vials (seriously).

This is what happens when Judge Brown leaves. Shade gets thrown all over the place.

God, I remember The Blackface Incident. We are old.

I have this. With my cat.