No, numeracy is when you goin’ around in public and ain’t got no clothes on.

In Louisiana, they think numeracy is what gets you run outta town or burned alive, and they’re not entirely wrong there either, historically speaking.

10.0.2.1 fixed coveting to close loophole inv. neighbors’ wives, daughters, and all other livestock

(for clarity: “holy” books are largely penned by bigoted pedos. full stop.)

What. Public restrooms no longer a safe place for homophobes to suck cock by proxy? I thought that was classic Republican 101 stuff right there. What has the world come to‽

You proudly wear that patch on your chaps that tells the world how much you are loved?

“NGL” in Idaho = “Not Gay LOL”?

Fair point, and oddly enough right up my alley, too. On one hand, I’ve hated “cranberry juice” for so long that I guess I assumed it was sugary bullshit all over the world. Sorry for that. 🙇🏽‍♂️ On the other, “don’t try this at home” is my middle name.

I’ll give you a few seconds to guess how much high fructose corn syrup is in “cranberry juice”… 🤦🏽‍♂️

There’s so much to unpack there. 🤣🤪

How generous of you.

Who, ironically, each know how to pluralize properly. Hunh. 🤦🏽‍♂️

It’s pretty damn hard to siphon voters from Don Cheeto Poorleone, they way they’ve attached their face holes to his blistered pucker en masse. How else are they almost as full of shit as he is?

I mean this with all respect as a fellow human who has to deal with such bullshit from those we assume deserve respect and continued deference: it’s not remarkable, and the sooner we stop remarking on it, the sooner they go back to yelling at their own backyards.

Giving these fuckclowns a mic (or more to the point, caring one wit they found one) is perpetuating the illusion of legitimacy of whatever “argument” they’re regurgitating at the moment. Just, simply: stop. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also, take care of yourself. They won’t. But, you should. ♥️

It didn’t start with Drumpf, but his indelible slime trail certainly coated the way for them to wiggle out further than their known fetid shit puddles of yesteryear.

Yeah, I was thinking a portemonteau, but that’s incorrect

Not on your phone, though. That’s just ambush after ambush. Statistically, IRL there a higher chance of escape in that analog.

(Hol’ up. What’s a double entendre that’s not sexual called?)

The bar is no longer “up here”.

“How about a nice cup of Liber-TEA‽!”

No judgement, honestly. Just not my words. 🤓🙇🏽‍♂️

Or, just don’t fall for that “consoles are better than PCs” bullshit at all. Don’t mistake “convenience” for what it too often is: molding you into a target, captive audience member. (Or worse, a slack-jawed “brand loyal” simp) 🤌🏽