“Why did you let me get so drunk on that stuff?” the hair asked, miserable, perched on Donald’s shoulder like a parrot about to vomit. “I didn’t let you do anything,” the hat said. “I’m not your Cracky.” “I miss that guy,” the hair said. “We all miss that guy,” the...
““Fuck you,” the hair grumbled, lop-sided on Donald’s head. “What the hell did I do?” the hat asked. The hair said something slurred and indistinct and the hat glowered with his bulging hat eyes. “Donald?” the hat asked. “What’s wrong with him?” “I’m fine,” the hair...
SPACE KING! In the muscle-bound words of Warty Hugeman: It's Space Balls for Warhammer 40K https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lknNsZgzG1g Giving us this amazing meme: Forensics determine source of liquid sprayed on Rep. Ilhan Omar during town hall MINNEAPOLIS — Hours...
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Uh, oh. The people that fucking complain about every are fucking complaining again. Those Trump Boy are in a big heap of trouble this time. What have these first harried months of this second Trump presidency brought? How do we process the mass dismantling we have all...
Donald sat in The Oval Office, tapping a sealed envelope against the surface of his desk. When Barron entered, Donald’s face split with a smile. “Father!” said the giant young man, “I came as soon as I received your summons!” “A dutiful son is a price above rubies,”...
Donald sat at the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office and looked at the hat and the hair before him. The hat sat calmly, but the hair twitched and fidgeted. “Elon says you don’t exist,” Donald said to them. “Of course I exist,” the hat said. “Look at me. Tell me I don’t...
Adventures in ChatGPT. Our intrepid Heroic Mulatto decided to have ChatGPT scrape Reason Hit&Run comments and then generate reports on various commenters. This is the one it assembled on me. I am very flattered. (No, I did not write this.) He generated a number of...
Today, in traitors news...Supreme Court upholds regulation on “ghost guns” The Supreme Court on Wednesday upheld a Biden-era rule regulating so-called “ghost guns” – untraceable weapons without serial numbers, assembled from components or kits that can be bought...
“Bitch, you know I don’t play!” Jasmine screamed, reaching for Sandy’s hair. “Imma rip dat wig offa yo head!” Sandy screamed as Jasmine tore at her hair. “Drop the act, Jas,” Rashida said, looking over the tiny screen of her beeper. “It’s fun,” Jasmine said, letting...
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Controversies
BEGONE!
Let's check in on Slate... The Women Who Wanted to Leave Their Husbands Over Politics For a few glimmering moments in 2024, it seemed as if white women—Trump’s second-biggest voting bloc, who are often married to white men, his first-biggest voting bloc—were going to...
That’s, like, so meta.
We look divine
“LSD orgy!” Warty screamed as he dived into the pile of entangled limbs and swollen genitalia. He swatted away jutting penises as he pulled himself over the undulating surface, toward the upraised buttocks of a Checkerboard Lady. The tangled delight of her labia...
literally cried, like big trembling tears
rise
I forget the movie song
Pop. Pop.
oh, yeah
Roll for initiative
so hot, so cold, so far, so out of control
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