ArugulaZ

Stupid people.

Joke’s on you! Humans will be extinct by 2531. Maybe by 2031 if Trump becomes president again.

Isn’t Erdogan that thing Jason Blood turns into in DC comics?

Is this like the Linux nerds’ version of the Crips and the Bloods?

Just admit you want to kill all Palestinians, Bibi the Big-Eared Butcher.

Life sucks, no doubt, but you’re here and you have to get used to it. The best advice I can provide is slurp up all the good moments you can and savor the taste, so their memories will get you through the hard spots. Repeat until dead.

“If you don’t have these little ‘advertisements’ cleaned up by the time we get back, I’LL come to Quark’s… and believe me, I’ll have FUN.”

Man, now you just trollin’.

I get a laugh out of Sisko doing a silly child’s dance in Lethal Candyland, in that episode of DS9 when they make first contact with a bunch of gambling aliens. “Allamarane! Count to four! Allamarane! Then three more!” It’s those little moments in Star Trek where respected actors humiliate themselves for the sake of the plot that are just so great to watch. See also Armin Shimerman as the silvery announcement box in one of the early TNG episodes.

Self-hate is one hell of a drug.

He’ll have Nunavut!

Good, the kill-billies can take a ride on the electric chair.

Busta WOOF!

Iowa needs to get over YOU, poopy pants.

Is cyanide an option?

The only dukes of sus-sex around here are these two creeps’ in-bred parents.

More like fecal alcohol syndrome.

Or related to Brian Kilmeade, that cyclops from Fox News.

White “supremacists,” ladies and gentlemen. Imagine goobers like these thinking they’re the master race. They’re so gross and ugly and unaccomplished that it’s the only thing they’ve got to lean on.

“What education have you had?”
“I’m white.”
“What honors have you received?”
“I’m white.”
“Have you done anything whatsoever to improve the lives of others?”
“…I’m white?”
“Okay. Don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

I always leave it behind me. That tends to happen when your digestive system ends with your backside.

He makes a mean barbecue sauce, too. Really knocks you off your feet.