I never understood since women could vote that there isn’t a woman’s political party or movement.

Jingle Bells, Trumpman smells

Giuliani laid an egg

The re pub licans lost its ways

And the joker got way laid.

What are folks using to search these days? Google has become a proprietary mess and searches yield results in cookie cutout websites who all have the same format.

“Why can’t we grow corn when we water it with gatorade?”

De-evolve?

You could call it a “jeansterfield.”

Angels sing.

Does anyone really give a shit?

That one breathes methane.

This is Lore.

A bridge too Pon farr.

An ice cube tray. Eh? Eh? I’ll see myself out.

That drain emptied a long time ago.

I thought we were all Britons.

This is the one where Smeagol steals the Ring of Fire from the Circus and kills his cousin Dobby by drowning him in the river Styx. Luckily Homer is there to write an Odyssey. Captain Kirk, ringleader of the Circus, fights it out with Finnegan to see who’s the best, “'Ey, Jimmy Boy. Where’s my Frosted Lucky Charms?” “OMG Spock, that rock monster looks like a pile of Chef-boy-ar-dee. Let’s chow down on these spherules while I use my phaser to light this bong.”

It’s tough to see promising treatments and cures for Type 1. There have been huge inroads for treatment but a cure always seems just around the corner. Here’s to hope for all the Type 1’s and thank you for all the people looking to find that cure.

An overcomplicated Borg would be made of old cell phones, all on different plans.

You mean x-ray glasses don’t work!?

These muffins taste like asbestos.

Mr. Woof is a barrel of laughs.