Gimme a B! Gimme an A! Gimme a [barfs in bag].
A very petite barf for you all today, since we covered a lot of shit in the last 24 hours.
Polls were real bad today, apparently.
An actual photo of me (on the left) and Jezebel’s Cannibal Witch (on the right) as we count down the days until Election Day. Don’t we look great??
Happy Halloween! Politics are scary! Boo???
Did you know barf bag spelled backwards is gab frab? Makes you think!
Today was...a lot, yeah?
Just had that Troye Sivan song pop into my head but instead of “My My My” it was “Why Why Why.” Felt relevant!
Donald Trump (barf) is in my home state of Texas tonight to stump for “Beautiful Ted” Cruz (now I’m barfing some more) and apparently Alex Jones (oh my God I’m continuing to barf) is there too.
My mom is 100% sure that we live in the End Times, and lately, I have been inclined to agree.
Will you be watching Melania on Friday night at the ungodly hour of 10 pm ET? I will not, for I will be sleeping after consuming an inappropriate number of CBD gummies.
Just skip down to the Beto/bunny video, tbh.
Well, I did it. I filled the whole bag.
I drank five cans of Diet Dr. Pepper today and I don’t feel great! How was your day?
Let’s dive into some grim news.
Can’t talk! Singing Hoku’s “Perfect Day” to a cobweb-covered stool in the corner!
I’m still listening to the Trump press conference. I am TRULY going to barf.
You see this? This is my barf bag. It was my grandmother’s barf bag, and her grandmother’s before that. One day I shall give it to you, my granddaughter, but not today. Not today.
We made it. Did we make it? Oh shit. I don’t think we did.
Barf? In my bag? It’s more common than you think…