Who is this supposed to be? I can’t tell because the face is a normal size.

This one seems to be fully cooked (with some burned spots) on top and raw on the underside, so I’m not sure what happened with OP’s recipe.

You might say “I don’t give a shit” if they do.

Just a thought.

I think that’s the age I’ll turn next, but I kinda stopped remembering/caring once I hit 30. My advice is to not remember how old you are so that you have to do math to figure it out; that should discourage your friend from being bothered by how old he is. Instead, he can be bothered by the fact that he can never remember his own age. ;P

I’m worried that might create a second one. Can he fuck off and die, instead? I’ve been waiting for the McDonald’s to do its job already.

I am not throwin’ away my pot! 🎵

This would be hilarious if it were a joke. As reality, this is just horrific. Seems about right for the current timeline. :(

I’m sorry, did you say “too much” of those gorgeous toppings? No such thing. That looks so yummy that I’m 95% sure I’d unintentionally eat myself into a food coma.

Mid-30s woman here, from western US. I call my mom any of the following, depending on mood/context:

• Mom
• Mommy
• Mama
• Ma (definitely can become Maaaaa at times)
• Uma
• Mother (usually in a jokingly stern tone)
• Her name (when she’s being particularly deaf)

On the bright side, that means the horse can continue the torture forever. Autocorrect is a mean bastard, but I’m thinking this one’s not so bad.

Yes, last I’d heard the rapist Brock Allen Turner was going by Allen Turner. That rapist.

This…pretty much describes the Democratic Party in general: mostly full of people who, by the standards 20 years ago, would’ve had an R by their names.

Both parties are a cancer at this point.

Absolutely disgusting. Our common ancestors are rolling over in their graves at their inhumanity.

I read it as GLaDOS first and got a little smile, then went back and reread it as Cave Johnson and laughed.

I desperately want to unsee this and I hate the fact that I can’t.

Well, since he’s clearly unnamed, I’m naming him Speck.

You can’t be a shitheel traitor if you don’t engage in some shitheeling treachery, right?

I’d get a tiny violin to play, but I don’t shop at Target.

I haven’t looked that good in a photo in ages; I’m glad they got my good side.

As someone from the US, I propose a swap program. One pro-Trump admin Canadian for an anti-Trump admin person from the US.