Adrienne Roberts

A doctor I follow on FB posted this and I died 😂

@PolitiBunny Such a performative waste of time.

NEW: Spanberger will be sued by multiple organizations and the DOJ.

Not in this house!!

Spencer Pratt: I will clean up homeless encampments, address drug addicts, & prevent fires from burning down people's homes. Karen Bass: I will spend your money on teeth for meth addicts. Nithya Raman: I will ban grilling burgers in the backyard. Your choice, Los Angeles.

Well the all caps should convince everyone...

The Chinese were playing "YMCA" with a marching band. I know President Trump wanted to dance so badly to this. 😂

@TMZ I hope this is true.

🎥 Exclusive: Spencer Pratt signed a contract to document the first family if he's elected Mayor of Los Angeles. Read more: bit.ly/3RGNF7e

If only there was some way to tell who the bad guys are

@BenjaminGoggin The reach on this post and in this article has to be satire. Has to be.

Elon Musk flew to China with Trump despite a federal judge telling him he wasn't excused from the trial over his own lawsuit against OpenAI. Sources say he did not secure permission from the judge to leave the country. nbcnews.com/tech/elon-musk…

This article is absolutely unbelievable. However, it's California sooooo....

@HalfwayPost @BonafideKRS I mean everyone has to make a living 🤷‍♀️

BREAKING: The Texas televangelist who claimed God is using the Iran War to begin the Biblical Apocalypse and Rapture up all the Christians to Heaven on Trump's birthday this June 14th because Trump is the "2nd Messiah" just got arrested for cooking meth in his church basement.

@ChrisVanHollen @FBIDirectorKash Dude this is the test you wanted him to take? No one even tells the damn doctor the number of drinks they have in a week. What a joke.

Yesterday, @FBIDirectorKash told me he'd take the Alcohol Use Disorders Identification Test if I did. Well, here's mine.   Given all the lies he told yesterday, I imagine he'll fudge the numbers here, but let's see yours, Director Patel.

@GuntherEagleman Weird how they will defund themselves before making sure elections are secure.

@TMZ My gosh the scandal! How will he ever recover?

😳 EXCLUSIVE: Spencer Pratt is staying at the Bel Air hotel, not his airstream trailer. Details: bit.ly/4uQY2UF

I saw my first fentanyl fold today. It is very jarring to witness firsthand.

This real estate market is going to send me to therapy.

@catherine_wines @DrunkRepub 😂😂

@DrunkRepub John Thune after shots fired at Lexington… ‘We can’t fight the British right now, we don’t have the fire power. I would like Independence but now is not the right time.’

This man is compromised. There’s no other explanation.

I've reached the point of if the lady in the exercise video has gray hair I can probably do that workout.

@itslinklauren I'm honestly sick of anyone caring about any of this.

Will be discussing tomorrow. Would love to hear from all the women. Please reply below. ⬇️

@KatTimpf @cleepip I lost my Father unexpectedly a little over three years ago and then I lost my Mom last July. It is very odd navigating the world without the people who made you.

My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.   It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.   The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.   The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my  son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.   In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.   The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.   I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.   That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.   I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.

I am absolutely in the middle of a negotiation nightmare that I can't wake up from. Help. Me.