Day 075 of The 100 Day Project: #100fewertrumps

075/100: Pet waste contains harmful bacteria and parasites that make people and pets sick. When it is left outside, pet waste can be tracked into homes and cars or washed into our streams and rivers.

DOEE provides technical support and assistance with education on the environmental impacts of pet waste in coordination with the Mayor’s Office of the Clean City, which leads the District’s response to pet waste issues.

Report: Pet waste complaints should be submitted to DC 311. The online form can be found at  under All Service Requests > Pet Waste. Residents can also submit complaints by phone by dialing 3-1-1. This information is used to identify hotspots to target for outreach and education.

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Day 060 of The 100 Day Project: #100fewertrumps

Dec. 18, 2015

Trump said on Morning Joe that Putin was a better leader than Obama, and dismissed Joe Scarborough’s allegations that the Russian president “kills journalists that don’t agree with him.”

“He’s running his country and at least he’s a leader, unlike what we have in this country,” Trump said.

“I think our country does plenty of killing also, Joe, so you know. There’s a lot of stupidity going on in the world right now, a lot of killing going on, a lot of stupidity.”

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Day 032 of The 100 Day Project: #100fewertrumps

While it’s true that blue and orange are complementary colors, you can’t take a lovely, vibrant blue like this and throw on any tacky, old, unappealing orange you find lying around. Not every disgusting, unnatural shade of orange belongs there, because not every orange is fit for the job—in fact, I’m sure that you’ll all agree that some oranges are staggeringly unfit.

What I’m trying to emphasize here, class, is that color is critical facet of visual design, so perhaps we should start taking the selection of a given palette a little more seriously and stop slathering on the first disgusting shade of burnt baby-diarrhea that rears it’s ugly, ugly head.

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Day 021 of The 100 Day Project: #100fewertrumps

Congrats, everyone—we made it to 21!

Time to celebrate by knocking back a few ice-cold glasses of VODKA™ brand vodka.

Don’t settle for brown, lazy, shithole liquors like rum or tequila, reach for the crisp, clean, completely colorless beverage you really feel like you can trust around your beautiful white daughters.


Day 009 of The 100 Day Project: #100fewertrumps

“There are people who wish I wouldn’t refer to China as our enemy. But that’s exactly what they are. They have destroyed entire industries by utilizing low-wage workers, cost us tens of thousands of jobs, spied on our businesses, stolen our technology, and have manipulated and devalued their currency, which makes importing our goods more expensive—and sometimes, impossible.”—Nobody

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Day 005 of The 100 Day Project: #100fewertrumps

@wkyirqi | The 100 Day Project

Hi honey, it’s me.

On your way home from work, could you please stop at THE SHARPER IMAGE™ and pick up some steaks for dinner? You remember—that store that sells overpriced electronic gadgets?

Yeah, the retail establishment that sells glorified, as-seen-on-tv garbage to affluent men caught in the throes of a midlife crisis, desperately clinging to youth and relevance while still scratching upward for the social status they think comes with paying way too much for crap they don’t need?

Yep, and get this, the steaks are even named after that racist real estate manbaby with the big mouth and the twelve trophy wives. The one who looks like an angry scarecrow stuffed with crumpled-up issues of Maxim and VHS tapes of Girls Gone Wild instead of straw?

Well sure they do—they carry both electronic heated massage chairs AND the dead flesh of commercially slaughtered bovines. You know, vacuum-packed cuts of beef that finally answer the question “what’s the food equivalent of a $1000 nose hair trimmer that stops working in two weeks?”

Well, yeah, I’d assume they have a fridge on the premises. I mean, they can’t just leave raw steaks sitting out on a shelf between the clickity-clack swinging desk ball thingies and the world’s best aromatherapy digital alarm clock.

Anyway, I’ll pick up the kids from school if you could just please just stop by the mall on your way home and ask the comically-bored teenager at the information booth where you can find a defunct retail chain that sells both a $200 zen rock garden with a tiny little wooden rake and USDA Choice porterhouse steaks named after a handsy trustafarian who’s got a boner for his own daughter and is also somehow the President of the United States of America.

Okay, see you soon. Love you, bye!