And what a good way to run into The Trump Years, Part II:
...[pro tip] the bomber’s name can probably be found in the FBI’s D.C. office phone directory.
...to you maybe, yer Holeyness; just not to 95% of the country outside your diocese.
...buh bye, fuckwit.
Or, to put it more eloquently: 
...ummm you lost me at the first three words.
...and I’m sure that Elon is just quaking in his boots.
...bubonic plague has a higher favorable rating than Disney.
...I’m sure his girlfriend was mightily impressed.
#ThirdWorld
...you mean just like it did during Trump 1.0?
#NoSurpriseThere
...’nuff said.
...did they just call Wales a nation of faggots?
…
...that’s a Guinness drought — which I think is actually against Irish law.
...and have waved away all rescue attempts because Britain.
...next thing, all men will have to have a sign tattooed on their dicks which reads: “Joy juice may contain nut residue”
And in the most categorically link-free 
...dude may be overconfident, here; she’s probably planning a breakup album about him as we speak.
From Reader GMC70, in Comments: “Frankly, Kim, I’m a bit surprised you haven’t discovered Kate Upton.”
...you mean, this Kate Upton?
Well, consider me duly chastised.
And that’s the end of this boobs news roundup.
