

Being a right wing lunatic must be so exhausting.
Constantly burning with 120% of outrage at every single thing, real or imaginary, and lashing out at people for shit that no one even said in what is, outside of you, a reasonable and level headed conversation.





How do you overlook the fact that the chicken has like a hundred nails pounded into it.
I dont know why, or how, but that viscerally feels worse than possible motor oil, because perhaps its only the possibility that the oil is motor oil, while the chicken has the absolute finality of actually looking like a Cenobite.