For three straight days, Rhiannon was isolated by her peers. They could not find it in their hearts to forgive her for dust cropping at the Lollapalooza. She should have known better. Don’t eat Indian food from a grease covered truck.
Whatever happened to J-Kwon? Whatever happened to decency? Whatever happened to tomatoes? Who died, and made him regency? I can’t even begin to answer any of these questions without referencing the “deep state”. In a post-ironic, post-truth world, what if Trump is the only who is sane?
It must be a lot easier to live a guilt-free life when you have no empathy. Any person with a sense of dignity would never behave like this orange-skinned baboon. Let me retract that last comparison, baboons are smarter and take offense when pissed upon. I could say orange-skinned amoeba, considering their tiny brain capacity, but even the simple one-celled organism takes pride in how they present themselves.
The expression used to be the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Today, in light of the freakishly pathetic first family, appropriately named the Trumps, it has been revised to shit be everywhere because of that asshole.
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