So of course, I start to relax into my new life, and the universe snickers. Faux Son said there have been a rash of parking lot robberies in my new town, so I figured it was time to start locking the car up. Just to discover that my driver's side door doesn't unlock, not even with the little switch from inside, not even with the key partway turned. So tomorrow's day of lounging has become tomorrow's day of crawling in through the passenger side and driving the now very short drive to my garage. This is bound to be expensive, they'll probably have to take the inside of the door off.
Bah.
Typo, this is an all encompassing may it work out better 'ma.
Did someone drug Trump? He seems so calm. Still makes no sense but whatever.
If pattern holds, he should start losing his shit any minute now.
Yep, there we go. "You're the puppet! You're the puppet!"
See, I was thinking that Trump would tear off his fake skin, revealing his horrific alien visage.
Every time he opens his mouth I shout "ASCEND ALREADY"
Both are just speaking to their base, but I am grateful that Trump got a new makeup person. He isn't white eyed and orange! If it weren't for the scowl I wouldn't recognize him.
Every time he opens his mouth I shout "ASCEND ALREADY"
Seriously, I can't count the number of times I have said that to myself over the last year. Apparently we have to wait 20 days.
Wow. you're right. He's a lot less orange.
He looks sickly. But that's because he isn't glow in the dark. And every time I switch over he's pulling faces but not interupting.