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No one knows more about escorts.

To be fair, we'd all cheat on him.

He said the same thing about Democrats during the State of the Union. Are we next?

I once broke up Bobby Jr. and Don Jr. fighting over a toilet seat powder.

Pam Bondi spotted melting into a sputtering puddle of bleach blonde fondue.

He wants less killing like he wants less bacon.

When even neo-cons think your war is dumb…

This administration cancels cancer research at universities and kidnaps children from elementary schools in its own country.

Pro-life unless it’s a different zip code.

Trump’s Funding Freezes Against Universities in 5 Charts The administration’s unprecedented move to target select universities with funding cuts has faced lawsuits and thrown institutions into disarray.

unless

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You don't even accept the Constitution as Constitutional.

YouTube video by Marco Rubio Marco On Fox: Hillary " The Architect Of Leading From Behind" | Marco Rubio for President

Um, okay.

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Defensive in design. Cool.

Melania Trump chairs the Council of Nicaea, which rules the president is half-divine, half high-fructose corn syrup.

Trump honors Ghostface as Scream franchise tops 50,000.

This is exactly the America we were promised if Marty McFly didn’t punch Biff at the prom.

Trump honors Ghostface as Scream franchise tops 50,000.

Jesus refuses to heal shambolic leper.

“No stupid rules of engagement” had better be a first-round entry into Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations.

Gimme two weeks.

It burns more than the crucifix. I don’t understand it.

Iran is getting the most beautiful beachfront ballroom.

We project operations lasting 2.5 Scaramuccis or 4-5 infrastructure weeks.

Not if you’re seated at the kids table of the Armed Services Committee.

They had the concept of a plan of a threat.

Because of the restraining order.

I recall hunching over the water fountain at recess, the smell of sunbaked blacktop in my nose, straining to catch a drop of water from the pitiful dribble, the bully growling, “Save some for the fishes,” as his knuckles pound into my kidney. I drop to the hot ground. “The plural is fish,” I rejoin.