So my man was enlisted by the CIA to fight the Taliban.
Didn’t we enlist the Taliban to (screaming really, really loud) fight the fucking Soviets?
(spittle foaming at corners of mouth)
Only to have the Taliban fly planes into our shit?
We ain’t learnt nothin’.
So my man was enlisted by the CIA to fight the Taliban.
Didn’t we enlist the Taliban to (screaming really, really loud) fight the fucking Soviets?
(spittle foaming at corners of mouth)
Only to have the Taliban fly planes into our shit?
We ain’t learnt nothin’.
I was tempted to put the word <friends> in quotation marks, but trying to convey sarcasm in the written word has given way to some lazy, passive-aggressive habits.
I was tempted to put the word <friends> in quotation marks, but trying to convey sarcasm in the written word has given way to some lazy, passive-aggressive habits.
Goon Burger
A Few Goon Men
I'm Goon Git You Sucka
Goon Burger
lithub.com/maybe-dont-t...
CHENEY SEX DUNGEON
CHENEY SEX DUNGEON
CHENEY SEX DUNGEON
CHENEY SEX DUNGEON
Also: somehow, I’m a Blue Jays fan.
Not sure how that happened, but I’m fine with it.
Also: somehow, I’m a Blue Jays fan.
Not sure how that happened, but I’m fine with it.
If I wanted to eat a hot yeast infection, I would - oh wait this sounded better in my head.
(throws smoke bombs and runs away)
If I wanted to eat a hot yeast infection, I would - oh wait this sounded better in my head.
(throws smoke bombs and runs away)
#thedoubletax #annagifty
#thedoubletax #annagifty
Is it worth it to extend that courtesy to others who hide their hatred of folks like me behind the thin veil of free speech and debate?
www.nytimes.com/2025/09/14/o...
Is it worth it to extend that courtesy to others who hide their hatred of folks like me behind the thin veil of free speech and debate?
www.nytimes.com/2025/09/14/o...
I have more questions than answers.
I have more questions than answers.
(screaming):
And I'm still not done.
(screaming):
And I'm still not done.
Yes, I know where I am and I’ve read the room. Several damn times. Yet here am, flapping my disenchanted pseudo-Progressive cake.
Yes, I know where I am and I’ve read the room. Several damn times. Yet here am, flapping my disenchanted pseudo-Progressive cake.