I’m sure there will be a large number of people tuning in to watch it eagerly.
At this point, why the fuck not.
That’s what President Trump has bequeathed to us in perpetuity: at this point, why the fuck not.
President Wavy Gravy? Fuck yeah.
President Paris Hilton? Sure, how bad could it be?
President Andy Dick? We’re already a laughing stock, so let’s try it on.
You know she’ll get bipartisan support from Ted Cruz.
Man, it’s Twitter, not NaNoWriMo.
Ah. This is why Derpspace seems to be on hold.
Fat, nazi wannabe badasses are true chick magnets.
I have seen this several times recently. Usually I just pull out my lasso and try to hogtie the dude. But often I fail the buttons in time so he runs off and starts shooting at me, and I have to pull out my sidearm and take him down. I guess I should finish this RDR at some point.
What’s the point of posing with a gun like that? Oh yeah, it’s like posing with your dick in your hand. Some of us have a bit more confidence than that.
Well in my case the guy was drunk and the police were close, and it was real life
(back to the previous '90s hip-hop joke because all you old white men are FAILING ME)
Slide, slide, slippity slide /
Peein’ on honey skirts since like eighty-fi-ive /
EDIT: SORRY YOU SUCK KERZAIN
The closest I got to hip hop in the 90s was Rage Against the Machine.
Oh, and some Weird Al song.
“Amish Paradise” made quite an impression on the young Miguk as well.
Regulators… mount up!
Fucking gold. You win Qt3 today.
Bitching about tweetstorms is the new “I just hate talking to a machine”.
I still hate talking to a machine.
Ha ha. The worst is having to listen to the machine list all your options before it will respond to your request for, “agent…agent…AGENT!!!”
No, the worst is “Before I connect you with an agent, why don’t we see if I can help you solve your problem.”
It’s pure failure, followed by failure to admit failure. And the only sensible response is "Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!”