Clap back always reminds me of butt cheeks clapping together.

Doctor. Could be tinnitus.

I’m disgusted with ethics training. I have to take this constantly, and I have no opportunity to take anything from anyone. Somebody offered me free soup from the Soup Nazi’s company once and I couldn’t take it.

Meanwhile, these pigs in Congress are lining their pockets with everything.

I had to turn down an offer of free soup from a company I interviewed.

And this asshole rakes in millions in graft.

Justice is indeed blind.

California. 62. Been driving a manual for over 40 years. Most recently a six-speed.

Being treated like shit.

Shit with legs.

Fuck this imbecile.

This moron probably believes in Santa in addition to sky daddy. Complete waste of skin.

This moron is terrifying.

Ive long been convinced that he has dementia from untreated syphilis of the brain.

Good riddance.

He’s about as useful as a dead donkey’s dick.

I think Trump has dementia from untreated brain syphilis.

Ethics committee, my ass.

Fraud.

It was a generally uncomfortable situation

Many years earlier, when I was about eight, I saw one of the earlier dobermans rip a friend’s scalp off.

They make me uncomfortable.

As long as there is parental supervision. /S

I’m 62 and been ignoring calls from unknown callers for years.

But I’m getting bombarded by emails from both parties.

It would be one cold frosty day in hell before I voted RepubliKKKlan.

The demo emails are annoying – people from other states begging for money, telling me shit I’ve known for years.

Staaaap!

They’ve been dead for 30 and 20 years, respectively.

I’m okay. I hope you are too.

I learned to drive when I was about 16. My parents never had any food in the house, plus two extremely aggressive dobermans in the kitchen, so I couldn’t go in there anyway.

So sometimes I would sneak out right before MacDs close and eat a burger in the parking lot.

I’m a lot older now, but occasionally I still eat fast food in the darkness of the Walmart parking lot

I find it calming for some reason.

Bonus hilarity:

At Xmas in 1979 I had an Xmas tree lot with a slave driver boss – 12 to 18 hours a day. (He did partially pay me with a shopping bag full of wed.)

On night I got off around midnight and headed off to the local Mcds, order my food, and visit the restroom to take a piss – and somehow managed to drop my car keys in the piss water.

Not my favorite day ever.

Then I get home and find that they had released the dogs in the whole house and I had to yell and pound on the door to get my mother to lock them up.

FML

I’m in the U.S., and this looks really good to me. Outstanding.