I want to get off Mr. Trump’s Wild Ride.

He probably thinks those water frog chemicals are being used to dye suits or something, IDK.

On the bright side, at least we’ll finally be rid of the motherfucker on Inauguration Day 2029, assuming he doesn’t keel over from oldasfuckitis before then.

I’m watching it happen in real time and STILL questioning how it happened. Humans are some stupid motherfuckers. America burned its hand on Trump, and now a disturbing number of Americans are reaching for him again with the same hand, still blistered from the first time.

Let her conquer me.

Wasn’t even required reading for me. I was just flipping through my textbook one day and found that in one of the sections the class was never going to reach.

Let’s not beat around the bush here. They were aborted because they were basically already dead in the “Fist of the North Star” sense of the phrase. Nothing could be done to save them. The would-be mothers knew there was nothing that could save their pregnancies. Their doctors knew there was nothing that could save these pregnancies. They were forced to keep going anyway.

I don’t think it even qualifies as a knife. It’s probably made of some sort of cheap stainless steel that goes dull if you sneeze at it.

If she had such a weapon and was ruthless enough to use it, she’d go for northern Florida, not the peninsula.

This whole thing made me remember those old Menard’s ads that would end with the old guy drawing a circle with his jaw while saying “menAAAAAARRRRRRRDSSS!!!”

There are Linux users trying to use Photoshop?

“Where! Are! The nuclear! Subs! Deployed!”

In Alameda, I guess?

If I thought some other place would take me, I would.

So letting a bunch of isolated inbred hermits in the middle of nowhere decide everything instead is a better way of doing things?

Putting the roll on backwards doesn’t stop my cats. I have to have a towel draped in front of the roll.