prefect posted:

At least it looks like the prosecutor wants to retry Cosby instead of just dropping it.

mormonpartyboat posted:

sandman comin for us all

mormonpartyboat posted:

https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E4%BA%80#Han_character

D1E posted:

There are more pet cats than pet dogs in the United States.

Number One pet.

fits my needs posted:

i blame that toxoplasmosis bacteria whatever

Apraxin posted:

https://twitter.com/TPM/status/876096923538771968

our beloved manbaby president, and his powerful, stable, well-developed brain

euphronius posted:

yelling at tvs

euphronius posted:

I hope comet called him and said "your under investigation "

click

2DCAT posted:

nite crew is a MESS!

BUSH 2112 posted:

licha spliff on dat grenfell, blood

Bert Roberge posted:

Al! posted:

also you can change your skin color or sexuality, but its impossible to take off a hat

Dork457 posted:

man this brain is porridge

Yinlock posted:

Current tory narrative: https://twitter.com/spikedonline/status/876059732951392256

zakkro posted:

https://twitter.com/InternetHippo/status/874339661182902272

Al! posted:

Turdfuzz posted:

more like kamala embHARRISment

rear end cobra posted:

The physicality of Lyndon Johnson extended into areas besides that of argument. During the 1940’s, Capitol Hill was, of course, very much a man’s world, in which locker-room humor and morals were common; besides, almost half the members of the House, having been raised on farms, were accustomed to earthiness. But even some of these men were startled at Lyndon Johnson’s earthiness. “He would piss in the parking lot of the House Office Building,” says Wingate Lucas, a farm boy who represented Fort Worth. “Well, a lot of fellows did that. I did it. But the rest of us would try to hide behind a car or something. Lyndon wouldn’t. He just didn’t care if someone noticed him.” In fact, Lucas says, he seemed to want to be noticed. “I remember once, we were walking across the lot and some [female] secretaries were behind us, and he just stopped and began to take a piss right in front of them.”

He would also urinate in front of his own secretaries---and since some of them were attractive young women, this, too, was startling to those who witnessed it. During the years in the House, he had a one-room hideaway office on the top floor of the House Office Building---without a toilet, but with a wash-basin in the corner of the room., concealed behind a wood and green-burlap screen. While entertaining guests in the hideaway, or dictating to a secretary, he would pull the screen aside and urinate in the basin. Sometimes he would put the screen back before he did so---and sometimes he wouldn’t.

He had always displayed a great pride in his sexual apparatus. Even at college, where sexual boastfulness is a staple of campus existence, Lyndon Johnson’s boastfulness---and exhibitionism about his sexual prowess---had been striking to his fellows. Exhibiting his penis to his roomates, Johnson called it “Jumbo”; returning to his room after a date, he would say, “Jumbo had a real workout tonight,” while relating physical details of the evening, including details of his companion’s most intimate anatomy. And if he was urinating in a bathroom of the House Office Building and a colleague came in, Johnson, finishing, would sometimes turn to him with his penis in his hand. Without putting it back in his pants, he would begin a conversation, still holding it, “and shaking it, as if he was showing off,” says one man with whom he did this. He asked another man, “Have you ever seen anything as big as this.”

None of the body parts customarily referred to as “private” were private when the parts were Lyndon Johnson’s. Nervous and restless, he couldn’t seem in public to stop moving, and among the movements was an inordinate amount of scratching; of his chest, of his stomach---and of areas not generally scratched in public. He was constantly pulling his trousers lower, either in front or back, while complaining about his tailor’s failure to provide him with sufficient “ball room,” and he was continually, openly and at length, scratching his rear end---quite deeply into his rear end sometimes. He would plunge a hand into a side pocket of his trousers and scratch his groin. “Crude,” says Representative Richard Bolling of Missouri. “Crude. Barnyard. Always scratching his crotch and picking his nose in mixed company. I’ll never forget----one time he had some injury---hernia or something---and even with the girls present in his office he pulled his pants down to show it. And he’d sit at his desk, and it wouldn’t matter if there was a woman there---he’d pull up his scrotum while talking. We men used to be a bit embarrassed.”

Business Gorillas posted:

Nite crew: LBJ pissed on people to prove his dominance
Day crew: LBJ was bad, actually *trips over research paper and lands face-first into a saucer of milk*

fits my needs posted:

he is v attractive

ScrubLeague posted:

lmao at jay suckelow or w/e

zen death robot posted:

https://twitter.com/realdonaldtrump/status/346050284222558209

triple sulk posted:

trump just rt'd

https://twitter.com/diamondandsilk/status/876441800764010498

Mo_Steel posted:

Admiral Ray posted:

i value the control i have when it comes to bringing beer to my glass and then to me

crazy cloud posted:

ha ha ha did i imagine it or dream it or was there like an extremely low key subplot in this week of trump where a few like lifelong researchers left the aids foundation because "donald trump doesn't give a gently caress about aids" and working at the foundation became depressing as poo poo? hahahaha


e:
trump did a benghazi like 2 weeks in to his presidency

Yinlock posted:

well tories at least things cant possibly get any wors

https://twitter.com/chrisgeidner/status/876632782671421442