Why are cars like “how the f would I know if a little light bulb went out on the back of your car? That’s got nothing to do with me”

Those horrors sure do keep persisting

My favorite thing about cats is that sometimes, when they are settling down on your lap to trap you forever, if they are really comfortable they do this little like extra “sigh” that lets you know you are their favorite person. Or that you are particularly warm, but same diff.

This seems important to share for my first post here: I had a dream last night that I stole Trump’s pants, and was flagrantly wearing them around town. What does it mean, what does it mean?

One thing about me is that I will fight Nazis until I’m six feet in the ground.