And a Fox news reporter compared them to the Spanish Armada. I guess the reporter didn’t know the fate of the Spanish Armada.
I was born the day after that article was published. I can guaran-damn-tee you that it was 40 years ago.
Well, in Mary Trump’s book, she described Rob unpeeling a block of Philly cream cheese and eating it like a candy bar. Might not have been a hit.
Huh??? I’ve been trained since childhood to avoid oleander, because it’s extremely toxic.
Democratic Congressman Bill Pascrell, Jr. has asked the Attorney General of New Jersey to empanel a grand jury to investigate Trump’s destruction of the Postal Service.
Trump: “If stupid people aren’t elected, next year we’re going to have one of the greatest years that we’ve ever had.”
Come on, if it wasn’t toxic, it couldn’t kill the virus. Use your head! And if they take enough to kill themselves, then that is a poisoning death, and doesn’t count against the COVID stats. Win-win!
TBCF, eating foxglove is very much a bad idea, one of its extracts is used to make a heart medication.
It is. The least toxic extract, which is the one they’re talking about, is called Oleandrin, and it has the nifty side-effect of dissolving heart muscle.
So it won’t hurt Republicans?
[Hands Pleonast one Internet, to be used at their discretion]
TBCF? Ah, Tanzanian Breast Cancer Foundation.
The upside of foxglove is it gives you a better eye for painting (but your hearing may suffer).
TBCF=to be completely frank
Highlight>look up. If the first entry doesn’t work, I’ve found success scrolling down to Urban Dictionary. They are usually very up to date on acronyms and swiftly evolving or emergent expressions.
And now they’re getting another disaster: a visit from Trump. Ostensibly to visit a disaster area but there is zero chance that he won’t use it for another re-election rally.
-fair
My dictionary said ‘frank’, yours says ‘fair’. Potato, potahtoe. We’re both right. 
I thought y’all would enjoy this bit from the AP (I bolded my favorite part):
Too bad the five words weren’t “I resign as of now”.
Yeah, but it was so ingrained in me that even breathing the fumes could kill you (reinforced by an old Vincent Price movie) that I would hold my breath when I walked by our neighbor’s house with the row of oleanders along the side of their garage.
A possibly apocryphal story we were told in elementary school said that a family was on a road trip. They stopped by the side of the road to roast hot dogs, and the sticks they used were from oleanders. And they died. Duh duh duh duuuuuuuh.
O.k. literally laughing out loud.