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This week, a resurfaced video of Donald Trump’s running mate, J. D. Vance, calling childless cat ladies like me miserable and uncaring went viral, making me more concerned than I already was about what my life might be like under an administration so hostile to women’s sexual, reproductive, and pet-related choices.
But then another viral story about Vance humping furniture (which turned out not to be true, surprisingly) made me realize, even if it would be too dangerous to have sex with men, and probably illegal to have sex with anyone else, maybe if they win, things wouldn’t be so bad after all. Because if Trump and Vance are elected, I can just start fucking my couch.
Earth’s meteorology could explain what’s behind the great red whorl’s waning.
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Jenny Graves tired of singing about Adam and Eve. So she wrote a creation oratorio based on science.
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