Mall’s Well That Ends Well

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The mall died for your sins of frugality. 

Blaine Howell stood in front of what once was The As Seen On Television™ store; his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and disappointment. He whispered gruffly, “God damn you e-commerce. You’re as heartless as a hurricane. You don’t care what you destroy. Do you? Do you?!”

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Trumpsplaining 9/11

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“There’s a reason they call it the dark side. Think about it. They claim they’re like us, but in actuality, how could they be? Their pigment is so much darker. It’s like they bathe in their own shithole land. Sick! It’s sick!” The words of a lazy out of touch white power wielding fatso.

Thank you. Thank you. Good evening, ladies and germs. See what I did there? Double negative. Today, we honor the brave Americans who have fallen on that tragic day, 9/11, seventeen years ago. By the way, I’d like to remind all of you, not on my watch. Not on my watch. Not many people know this, but we remember that day fondly because it’s when America came together. Even the fake media got that right. They pretty much had to. But oh, that nasty fake media, don’t get me started. And what about that sleepy Chuck Todd? He’s so sleepy-eyed, he needs some strong coffee or something, am I right?

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If It Ducks Like A Quack

 

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Plastic surgery is like a box of chocolates ravaged in a microwave oven. Just saying.

A parade of ambulance chasers formed a long line outside of Stephanie Kim’s hospital room. She had just received cosmetic surgery to make her inferior Asian eyes bigger (her thoughts, not mine). She wanted less almond-shaped, and more walnut. In three words, she got fucked. If you were inclined to add a fourth word, royally!

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Sisterhood Of The Traveling Rants

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Blistered sisters administer verbal fisticuffs to the White man’s sinister twisted passive/aggressive laws that benefit only them.

“Never in my life have I met such cantankerous men,” Dolores Regan had to catch her breath before she could continue, “One can’t help but wonder what sort of upbringing could rear such contempt. If I had to guess, it’s years of coddling bedwetting.”

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