Regarding the Presidency:

My husband just gave our 13 month old baby a plastic bag to "play with" as he worked on his fantasy football. I walked in the room at the exact moment she was putting it over her head and suffocated herself. He later admitted it wasn't the best decisions he's made, even though he was standing right there.

You know, most men don't always make good decisions. In fact, all of the bad decisions that have affected our country for the worse for so long were made by men. So why are some people still hanging onto this "can a woman with all her emotions make good decisions for our country" shit?

Essentially, if Donald Trump is elected, not only will he let this county play with that plastic bag until they suffocate themselves, he'll give them to you as a free gift when you buy his crappy steaks that he got passed as a bill as the only meat Americans can buy.

I don't know about you, but I'd like to keep on breathing.

Hillary Clinton for President of the United States y'all! #ImWithHer

*I should mention that I adore my husband, but Jesus H Christ, how has he or any man survived this long on their own with some of the shit they do, am I right?!

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