"I'll, I'll be right back. I'm going to take care of some things in the kitchen. It's fine. I love it, really."
Your Annual Christmas Newsletter From John Lewis
"Please don’t send me any more gifts of gold cross pendants. Have plenty."
You’d think the "most wonderful time of the year" would have the most wonderful music to accompany it, but you’d be wrong. So very, very wrong.
Purrard said he felt like he was “living his emeow years all over again.”
Unsubscribed. Goodbye forever.
“I was actually requesting they play the song 'Daughter.' I fucking love that song! I was in the moment and kept screaming, ‘DAUGHTER!!’... and holy shit, did things get crazy after that.”
The same people who murdered Santa—global elitist bankers—are trying to kill me, your president. Some people think this is funny, but believe me, those people won’t be laughing in 2,000 years.
“Really. Go ahead and cut us down just to become greeting cards that get thrown in the trash.”
"I got two Articles. Obama had none."