Gay. Rod Dreher is not a wingnut we mock here at Wonkette all that often, or ever. He writes for the National Review sometimes and he is a Crunchy Catholic Conservative who wrote a whole book on that subject, and usually it's best to just leave him to write his posts about how Jesus loves the environment but not gays or ladies. But we saw a
"See, first, I'll give all the guys a prostrate, then I'll tell them they can't do butt stuff or else, *then* I'll make a bunch of them really really want to do butt stuff, then I can watch their heads explode. It'll be fucking hilarious!"
Me. Still alive, but yeah, the Mrs. and I enjoy ourselves and each other and some recreational substances
And author of Watership Down....but he was 96. I'm 47. If I have 2x the aches and pains at 94, I will move to Oregon.
Brian Jones, John Bonham, the guy from AC/DC, John Belushi, Amy Winehouse, Charlie Parker, Elvis, and the list goes on...
It makes sense if you don't know what "cyber doctrine" means, and you're just putting out a standard-brand Republican talking point press release.
Asshole god.
"See, first, I'll give all the guys a prostrate, then I'll tell them they can't do butt stuff or else, *then* I'll make a bunch of them really really want to do butt stuff, then I can watch their heads explode. It'll be fucking hilarious!"
"Wow, God. That's a real dick move."
"Ino, rite?"
And the banjo is actually a cigar box.
I don't know. The video for Jesus' cover of the Clash's "Clampdown" was pretty epic.
Is that what the kids are calling it these days?
They'd elect him president.
Leaving me here on my own.
I don't think it even makes sense to Trump's 10-year-old-who-knows-cyber.
ETA: does that mean the Republican Party is for Title II and net neutrality? That's what this sounds like to me.
Some combination of maple syrup, hash oil, dark chocolate and vodka, please.
A Bananaraman?
If you people would just stop being gay, we wouldn't have to tell you these things.
Clearly, those gays can't keep a relationship together.
Oh, *that's* who these guys were. They seem like a parody of bad '80s pop bands done by a bunch of half-drunk sorority sisters.