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.

Do we get to bring back the “dispense with this notion” meme?

So, by that logic, we can probably expect Ted Cruz to be the next guy in Grover 2.0’s cabinet.

Let me play among the stars.

What is it exactly that should be done differently?

The first thing that comes to mind is that Democratic politicians should remember who their core voting block is. They need to give up on the triangulation nonsense. Republicans already have their Anointed One and will never vote for a shoddy imitation, and that very act of imitation is driving away the progressive vote.

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.

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.

It also has a poly count lower than most people’s shoe size.

I had the displeasure of seeing one of these contraptions in person for the first time recently. Pictures do not adequately convey just how ugly these abominations are.

WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE UUUUUUNIVEEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSE!

If weight is the only thing you care about, then sure. The only problem is even normal weighted blankets can be an absolute furnace in the summer.

Guess I’m pressing the button, then. Either I become a billionaire and can do whatever I want, or I become a femboy, make bank with photos, videos, and streams of myself, and use the money to do slightly less of whatever I want.

I was never a wall puncher. I would give that wall a palm strike instead.

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

On the bright side, if Miami has any lead pipes, they’re about to get a head start on digging them out.

It’s about sending a message

Then out of the solar system is still a better option, because then we’re announcing to some future spacefaring anthropologist, “Fuck this guy in particular.”

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!!!”