peterpatrickandyjoe: cosmicrubric: alphaqueer: mexicanprincessbrienne: fyeahlilbit2point0: dorothy-snarker: Say hello to “The Fosters.” TV’s first drama centered around a family helmed by two moms. ABC Family picked up the series today to begin airing this summer. Love the cop uniform. And the subway tiles. Whoa wait is this really a show with a queer interracial couple? PLEASE BE GOOD. Are the cop and the woman in purple the moms? Wh’ever, I’ll be watching. SCREAMS WAIT IS THAT MAX FROM WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE MRS SANTOS IS ONE OF THE MOMS AND IT’S DIRECTED BY TIMOTHY FUCKING BUSFIELD.
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peterpatrickandyjoe:

cosmicrubric:

alphaqueer:

mexicanprincessbrienne:

fyeahlilbit2point0:

dorothy-snarker:

Say hello to “The Fosters.” TV’s first drama centered around a family helmed by two moms. ABC Family picked up the series today to begin airing this summer. Love the cop uniform. And the subway tiles.

Whoa wait is this really a show with a queer interracial couple?

PLEASE BE GOOD.

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Are the cop and the woman in purple the moms? Wh’ever, I’ll be watching.

SCREAMS

WAIT IS THAT MAX FROM WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE

MRS SANTOS IS ONE OF THE MOMS AND IT’S DIRECTED BY TIMOTHY FUCKING BUSFIELD.

(via yahighway)

Source: dorothy-snarker

New details in the Secret Service prostitution scandal

shortformblog:

  • yesterday In an enormous embarrassment for the United States, a dozen members of the Secret Service were removed from Colombia after hosting prostitutes in their hotel rooms. They had been at the Hotel Caribe in Cartagena, in preparation for President Obama’s trip to the Summit Of The Americas.
  • today New details have emerged – amid drunken partying in advance of the President’s arrival, at least one Secret Service member had sex with a woman, who then demanded money (it’s unclear if he knew she was a prostitute). When refused, the woman went to authorities, who tipped off the U.S. embassy. source

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I don’t understand. Did you trip?

boobsradley: Citizen journalism. 17 across. Yes, 17 across is wrong… You’re spelling his name wrong… What’s my name? My name doesn’t matter. I am just an ordinary citizen who relies on the Times crossword for stimulation. And I’m telling you that I met the man twice. And I recommended a pre-emptive Exocet missile strike against his air force, so I think I know how…. They hang up on me every time. -Leo McGarry
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boobsradley:

Citizen journalism.

17 across. Yes, 17 across is wrong… You’re spelling his name wrong… What’s my name? My name doesn’t matter. I am just an ordinary citizen who relies on the Times crossword for stimulation. And I’m telling you that I met the man twice. And I recommended a pre-emptive Exocet missile strike against his air force, so I think I know how…. They hang up on me every time.

-Leo McGarry

gq: Is Gary Johnson The Sanest Man Running For President? If you watched the GOP debate last week, you might’ve noticed a new face up on that stage: wildly popular two-term New Mexico governor Gary Johnson, and wildly unpopular—which is to say, unknown—presidential candidate. GQ’s Lisa DePaulo profiled Johnson and the piece offers a view of presidential politics from a step or two below than the bottom rung. Read all of it here. Below, a choice bit, in which Johnson struggles to even tell voters he’s running for president: Elsewhere in this fine state, Mitt Romney has been back and forth, back and forth, being his robotic self. Shaking hands, slapping backs, lifting babies, smiling. Sarah came through on her bus tour. Even Ron Paul has been doing the hustle at donor house parties. Gary? He’s talking about bikes. Weight and tire pressure. He’s telling the guys at the store that he needs to rent one for some race he’s in (a charity race for disabled children). His two aides, Brinck and Matt—who constitute his entire paid New Hampshire staff—give him the look. The one that says: Maybe you should mention you’re running for frickin president. But Gary’s on to pedals now. He brought his own pedals with him from New Mexico. Would have taken the whole damn bike, but it would’ve cost too much to fly it here. The bike-store guys slip him a form to fill out and ask him for his driver’s license. Gary forks it over. They eyeball it. Not a glimmer of recognition. (“Nobody recognizes me,” he later explains, nonchalantly. “Ever.”) Now they need to put a charge on his credit card, in case he doesn’t bring the bike back. That does it. “Uh, you don’t have to worry about me jilting you on your bike here,” he tells them. “I’ll be screwed if I steal your bike. ‘Cause, see…” Brinck and Matt lean in. Is it coming? You can do it, Gary! ” ‘Cause, see…for what it’s worth, I’m, uh…if you want to make a note…” This is painful. “Uh, I’m running for president of the United States.” Am I the only one who thought of the West Wing flashbacks when Bartlett was first running for President and no one knew who he was?
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gq:

Is Gary Johnson The Sanest Man Running For President?

If you watched the GOP debate last week, you might’ve noticed a new face up on that stage: wildly popular two-term New Mexico governor Gary Johnson, and wildly unpopular—which is to say, unknown—presidential candidate. GQ’s Lisa DePaulo profiled Johnson and the piece offers a view of presidential politics from a step or two below than the bottom rung. Read all of it here. Below, a choice bit, in which Johnson struggles to even tell voters he’s running for president:

Elsewhere in this fine state, Mitt Romney has been back and forth, back and forth, being his robotic self. Shaking hands, slapping backs, lifting babies, smiling. Sarah came through on her bus tour. Even Ron Paul has been doing the hustle at donor house parties.

Gary? He’s talking about bikes. Weight and tire pressure. He’s telling the guys at the store that he needs to rent one for some race he’s in (a charity race for disabled children). His two aides, Brinck and Matt—who constitute his entire paid New Hampshire staff—give him the look. The one that says: Maybe you should mention you’re running for frickin president. But Gary’s on to pedals now. He brought his own pedals with him from New Mexico. Would have taken the whole damn bike, but it would’ve cost too much to fly it here.

The bike-store guys slip him a form to fill out and ask him for his driver’s license. Gary forks it over. They eyeball it. Not a glimmer of recognition. (“Nobody recognizes me,” he later explains, nonchalantly. “Ever.”) Now they need to put a charge on his credit card, in case he doesn’t bring the bike back.

That does it.

“Uh, you don’t have to worry about me jilting you on your bike here,” he tells them. “I’ll be screwed if I steal your bike. ‘Cause, see…” Brinck and Matt lean in. Is it coming? You can do it, Gary! ” ‘Cause, see…for what it’s worth, I’m, uh…if you want to make a note…” This is painful. “Uh, I’m running for president of the United States.”

Am I the only one who thought of the West Wing flashbacks when Bartlett was first running for President and no one knew who he was?