Definitely a screamo band.
I defensively crossed my legs on reading that, and I’ve never even had a penis. Man, addiction is a harsh demon.
It’s like that but different.
My spouse is a “him”, but I’ll still ask.
Thank you for not making fun of my genitalia.
I thought I did…
Aren’t you in for a ‘Red Wedding’ then…
Potentially.
People… can we please get back to Donald dying?
( sorry if that is considered Junior modding)
Every day in every way he’s getting deader and deader.
Just not fast enough.
This is the pit. Junior mod away.
Trump needs to die faster.
My bladder woke me up at about 02:30 this morning. The lights were on in the living room and the catio, and my wife was asleep in her chair. Her ankles have been driving her crazy (hives?), and at first I thought they had kept her up. The floor creaked, and she stirred. Apparently, she’d simply fallen asleep. Also, I’d been having some intense dreams (I don’t remember what they were). I was hoping her not having gone to bed, and my dreams, were omens. Alas, when I turned on the TV this morning, there was no wall-to-wall coverage of Mr. Potato Head’s demise. 
You’re lucky. I wake up many days at exactly 4:20. not 3:32, not 4:21, Musk is already gotten control of my brain! Is there no escape?
Musk…or marijuana? 
I got up this morning and my husband was watching TV. Some kind of newsperson at a desk and a picture of Trump. 
Could this be it?
No. He was watching Trevor Noah. 
It is posts like yours that make me wish that this board had a “Like” button for each post.
What time should we wake up? 6? 7?
I do not nor ever have partaked. Which is why I know it is mind control!
I’m not a smoker, but since you raised the subject… what time is the best time to toke? Early morning? Brunch? Lunch? Afternoon? After dinner? Before bed?
I’m guessing that only Snoop Dog knows for sure.
( If no one knows, please ignore this and lets get back to the previously scheduled broadcast of “Donald Trump: Dead Mother Fucker”. )
Yes, this. After dinner and before bed.
Then one can sleep well and hope that Drumpf does not see the morrow.
♫ There’s a man who who snorts Cocaine of Danger
♫ Every burder he meets, he chomps it with Hanger
♫ With every move he makes
♫ his flabby cankles quake
♫ Odds are he won’t live to see tomorrow
♫ Secret rage-ent man!
♫ Secret rage-ent man!
♫ They’ve given you a Number
♫ Now go inject your hand away…
