katt_goddess

My ancient childless cat lady boobs are like the strongest summoning card in Yu-Gi-Yoh. Dueling Kuribohs of Doom.

Nope. More than half the time I'm bothering to reply to her, I'm also clearing out e-mails, flipping a wand toy to wear out the kitten, balancing a ledger and/or finishing up some random stupid list for the next day. In short, I spend more brain cells popping a zit than replying to anything she's posted.

Ah, 700 Club. I kind of miss their 'Halloween is Satanic! Here's an hour of spook stories more entertaining than anything done the rest of the year' stuff but never seem to catch those anymore. And everyone knows its just a lingering defense from having been the bearer of the official seal. He doesn't get back in and that will completely dissipate in roughly 2 more years. Duh. Read your Dogma and Morals, lazy Witches.

And when exactly was the last time you took a secured mail ballot to the post office? I go there to for anything and I still have to wait in a line out the door. I had to buy a single stamp for a post card for work today and had to wait 10 minutes for something that took exactly 49 seconds to complete. And, for the record, I was on the mail-in/absentee ballot lists for the longest time to ensure that I could vote even if I was having health issues but the republicans running this place purged those lists for the hell of it and I haven't been able to get back on it in any sort of functional time frame.

How about idiots just not set the damn things on fire because some flatulent lardy manchild thinks he should just be automatically enshrined in the WH for eternity? The types of people who have a hard on for drop boxes are the ones that hate the idea that people who can't make it to some random polling place and stand in line for hours because they actually have to work for a living might actually be allowed a say in how their taxes are spent and who will be making those decisions for them on the big stage.

Lines out the ass. Line to the door of the ballroom area. Then that split into three lines to the registration tables. The you went to another 3-split line to request paper or electronic before going to either the machine or a table. And then you try to get out the exit where some dude from the local news is waiting like a weird little Pee Wee Herman-isque spider with a mic. I think the NFL might try to draft me after that goddamn spin move - I will not be caught on camera! Too long, Didn't read - boobs

Never forget that these are the types of people that will go up and tear down/trash/outright steal signs they don't like. And the ads are a timed dump in all the so-called swing states. If it was in the bag, he'd be spending that money on more Big Macs.

Yep, that's my plan too. My polling place is on the way home so I'm hoping to get there and get through by 5p if the lines aren't crazy. Trying to beat the snows.

'I told him at the summit that he did indeed have a very very big penis. Bigger than Arnold Palmer. But I've seen it on the tapes and it's really about this big.'

Oh yeah, the more 'popular' the chick then, the wider the ass now. No one ages super well but there's just something special about gravity getting revenge on people who deserve it.

The only 'fun' thing about HS reunions is playing everyone's favorite game - who got fat. I haven't been invited to the last few. Since a large chunk of a very small graduating class still live in the same small area, they likely see each other more than they want anyway.

Dumpster - She's low IQ, very stupid. Everyone who says anything against me should be rounded up by military force and locked away. Everyone else who looks funny is going to be rounded up, placed in camps and then executed deported. Everyone who worked for me and says bad things are liars and should be rounded up. I'm going to be a dictator on day one. And now I'm going to quote Hitler again even though I keep saying I totally don't like Hitler. Putin is a great guy. Harris - He's a fascist. Dumpster/'friends' - So mean! Why so mean! See! She's mean! This is why there's violence! She's mean! *massive sobs across numerous outlets by the usual bobbleheads

SCROTUS will probably knock this down if they have the time between scratching themselves and sniffing their fingers because Dumpster has been actively pushing for people to mail-in vote this time [ while at the same time claiming it's all about fraud so 60/40 ] which means that mail-ins are not necessarily seen as a pure dem win this time around. Add to that his known addiction to massive amounts of flu meds and an environment where he can free-wheel from one random topic to the next and someone will claim he's totally focused on 'topic', you have a narcissist with seemingly plenty of energy to spare. As long as he's sitting down in a fresh diaper and can smell fries somewhere.

No one should be forced to deal with someone who thinks it's 100% okay that rapists should be the ones to choose the mother of their kid.

It definitely should be but the 'new norm' from the Dumpster legacy of 2020 is if you don't wanna record something that makes your decisions look like the shit they are, don't record them.

Much like with covid, those sorts of things are happening in states run by majority republicans who follow the belief that if you don't record the numbers, they don't really exist and everything is therefore fine.

A black-listed republican is just someone who said a bad thing about Cheezit Crust. Of which there are plenty. I'd say release it but at the same time I don't know if it's fair to do so to the actual victim should there be one. Unless they consent to being outed in such a horrible manner [ frickin' video of some gross piss-smelling loser sexually assaulting them at an event ], it would feel like yet another assault.

The trouble with that is knowing who it is, that could very easily be real. But the NoT a CuLt people would still scream that it's totally a fake and/or whoever dares to step forward saying it's real is some sort of crisis actor worthy of death threats. Also, everything is 'election interference' anyway. Gotta get that tattoo'd into the brains of enough of the blunt skulls to start another riot.

Two words - 'air horn'. Many many years ago, I had to deal with the type of upstairs neighbors who just had to jump up and down on their bed really really loudly. One night I was in the living room watching [ as ] while that noise was going on and [ as ] ran a bump with a really LOUD air horn moment. They fell off the bed mid-jump. And I never heard those noises again. So, air horn. Get one. Dollar tree has them and you only need one good blast to get the point across. * * * The kitten should be able to take off the onesie permanently Saturday but it feels like she has a little lump going on under there and now I'm worried that she's been able to do herself damage the last couple of times she managed to take it off herself and go crazy with the licking. But if I take it off to get a good look, she's going to run for it because she's stircrazy from not being able to really run and jump right now. -.-;

And definitely not because the Russian money isn't happening anymore.

What did they expect when people are forced to carry to birth everything including something that can't live for more than a day due to things like genetic abnormalities. Get rid of it while it's a pile of easily removable tissue? No! It's a baby already! It needs to LIVE! Give birth in 9 months to that same thing that will now scream in pain for three hours until what's left of it's heart expires? Not my problem anymore, here's your hospital bill and the rates for the local undertakers. And don't tell me about your mental health issues from the ordeal because I have to go scream at teenagers and rape victims at the local Planned Parenthood.

Yes. Completely disregard that they constantly declare that places like hospitals are the secret manhole covers for massive underground mansions full of terrorists rolling around nekid in piles of money in order to bomb said hospitals full of civilians flat and cry that it's not a war crime, it's fighting crime!

I only get to play which damn kind I'll find in the shower first - black/brown carpet weaver bastard or gross slenderman cellar dweller bastard. The only war trophies are whatever is left of them embedded in the wall.

Dumpster can't speak such a name. He'd burst into flames.

Do they still have lickable stamps in Russia or has the entire world gone sticker? Only partially joking. I remember that some stamps had a really thick coat of lick-n-stick back in the day.