Sunday, June 01, 2025

Taco Trump, Ban Patrick, and the Pachy Meltdown Funnies


Have you ever seen an elephant wilt on low heat? Me neither. Should I start at the top or the bottom? I can't really tell a difference.


'Petulant tantrum' does not do these displays justice. Then again, 'justice' used in conjunction with Chicken Taco Trump and Nanny Patrick is an oxymoron.

There were lots of options -- toons, memes, AI -- this week. You've probably seen many of them already. It was amusing to watch both of these manchildren lose their marbles publicly, which means we should do everything we can to pump up their blood pressure. The way news stays broken lately, there's always a fresh fool waiting in the wings, ready and willing to show their ass.

One more, melding the top two butthole buds.

The bromance ends; Elon and DOGE depart, with Stephen Miller's wife and without the White House door hitting them, if only figuratively speaking. The impact on our lives and deaths will continue to be felt for too long.


Dude may need an intervention, but I doubt anybody close to him is willing to do that.

Of all the Kennedys who passed before their time, there's one who has survived a brain worm, drug abuse, swimming in sewage, eating roadkill, and Lawd knows what else. We just don't deserve him.


"Well, we're all going to die."

You first, bitch.

Gosh, not so funny after all.

Congratulations, Class of '25.

I told Mrs. Diddie that from now on it would cost a nickel for my thoughts. And she knows I'll accept her check, but I don't take crypto.

Somebody say 'barbecue'?
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