“You wouldn’t imagine downloading a car, would you?”

Well? Would you?!

…?

ANSWER ME!!

Y’all are making it so easy to keep these fuckin’ elbows up.

President Rapist, Couchfucker Veep.

This is America. It’s pitiable.

I also would genuinely feel completely unthreatened by her shrill, impotent harpy-like posturing, even if I was an arthritic, evil scientist who had her children bound and suspended above a complicated device designed to extract their freedoms to power my Jewish space laser, and she’d just broken in to my hideout.

An interesting thought experiment: I think he’s full of shit, you think he’s full of himself. Maybe there’s a “theory of everything” here somewhere. E = shit squared?

This is the hardest not the onion thing I have ever seen.

The title of the festival. 🤣🤣🤣 I’m fucking dying here. Holy shit.

I spent a summer once in Idaho in my early youth. Hard to describe anything there in terms of “awesome” unless it’s beer gut.

They took our jerbs!

Just buy a Musk-branded, doge- approved, exploding slave neck collar and perimeter fence kit. Keeps your child employees motivated, on-task, on-location.

The safest strategy with people like him is to assume there is no floor, and that for everyone else’s safety, he should be humanely put down on that floor next to his morality.

And I mean put down in the sense we talk about our aged pets, and I know it’s truly better than he deserves.

Chef’s kiss. Perfection.

Yeah but this isn’t that.

Counting down the days until we no longer hear from the A-hole in the K-hole.

I want a coordinated psyop spam campaign directed at him with subject lines like “Bladder troubles? Urine luck with this one weird trick!” or “Do you wish you had gaming skills? Hire one of our professional gaming coaches to boost your stats!”