Robert, darling

I have needs!

A restaurant as encephalitically ugly as their cars.

It shouldn’t take long to return zero titles.

Leopards eatin’ good in the neighborhood

Jesus, that guy is 22? He looks 45 in 1980

Worst guy in the world is right.

Please don’t, megadonors. 🙏

Feeling like a freight train?

Pear is the greatest shape. No greater shape than pear.

Russian asset praises other Russian asset.

There are 4 lights.

H is the 8th letter of the alphabet. 88 is “Heil Hitler”.

Google “14 words”.

Happy birthday, mom. I am so glad you weren’t alive to see the second over-qualified woman lose the most important job on the planet to the worst fucking man on the planet. I know how that would have chapped your ass. Hope you’re enjoying all the good drugs and candy where you are.

How many of his cabinet picks have you voted for, Adam?

I was a teenage boomer

I enjoyed Twisted Metal.

I’m on book two. It’s very good. Nice find!

I knew we should have carved Ts in their fucking foreheads.

It’s every other post on Reddit.

I had to sing that song every night for a year in the 90s. It was terrible then and still terrible now.

The Hamberdler

She’s like a toad with tits

The most punchable faces on the planet.

Jesus, take the mic.

A screenshot of Maggie Smith's "Good Bones" Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.

Poetry Foundation not fucking around with today's poem of the day
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Well, I did pick Kamala. It was my fault. She, Montel, and I go way back.

So then like, what are you even going on about? lol. You’re one of us.

We looked in the mirror, saw that our choices were either right of center or fascist, and made a choice. Was it fun or awesome? No. But we aren’t bitch made like you lot.

I gift it freely.