If he still lives at home, I would throw his disloyal sorry ass out.

He's really missing his butt buddy, no name.

I will not wish you luck. Luck and Lucifer are from the same root. I will however wish you Godspeed my friend.

Arguing with liberals be like : Playing chess with a pigeon. They knock the pieces over, shit all over the board and strut around acting like they won.

Kwanzaa garb? Looks more like traditional Indian garb.

When I used to work at a hospital as an RN, we were required to come in on our days off to work on our choreography. They didn't even pay us overtime. That's why I quit.

He can only imagine.