This is been a bit of a topsy-turvy week chez TNS, so I need to take Friday afternoon to recover with my good friend the Internet. Stoke my righteous feminist anger, Internet!

–  From Kant’s Categorical Imperative: Only take the C train to West Fourth Street if everyone should take the C train to West Fourth Street.

–  My addition would include “please figure out my first name, because it’s right there on the goddamn home page.”

– Yeah! Take that, collage of decorative plates you thrifted, and shove it up your ass.

– Okay, first, like I needed more of a reason to never go to Applebee’s. Second, I think that if you do this, you should prepare to have your firearm covered with grilled shrimp and mixed Italian cheeses.

–  Turnips are not underrated. They’re rated exactly how turnips SHOULD be rated.

–  This makes me feel much better about myself.

–  All lies. Everyone knows they go to secret meetings of the cat freemasons to plot against you.

–  The bigger issue is religious freedom? NO, THE BIGGER ISSUE IS GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY UTERUS, YOU MISOGYNIST ASSWADS.

–  In response, I would like to pass a law that allows the federal government to cease any funding that might benefit Arizona because I pay taxes and it goes against my conscience to knowingly support a state that has actually designated a “state gun.” FYI, it’s the Colt Single Action Army Revolver.

–  Join the circus? CLICHED.