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…

Everyone in the path of Hurricane Florence, our thoughts are with you!

If you’re in the path of that bich Florence please STAY SAFE!

You guys I’m sorry I barfed in the bag. :[

It has been a WILD day in Washington, lemme tell ya...

I, too, am mad that Google doesn’t promote my accomplishments more often.

Gotta barf? Here’s a bag. Barf Bag: It’s a bag for your barf!

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Pea? In my coffee? It’s more common than you think…