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.
...I’m just curious whether the two barrels are side-by-side or over & under, so to speak. I think we should be told.
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