Fighting climate change and Hurricane Florence with his pathetic swing.
With each passing day of this current administration, one cannot help but wonder how someone can still be so mean and stupid. In so many words, I mean to call out that he’s a petty cheap liar with no sense of self-awareness. How dare this incompetent fuck give himself an A-plus rating for his job with handling Puerto Rico? In any other classroom, he would fail for not showing up.
“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?
The true reason for the closed casket is because this was Trump’s dying face and the funeral director could not help but pummel it beyond recognition. Image Source.
Yesterday I proposed an imaginary scenario where current president of the United States himself dictator wannabe, Donald “Roger Doltrey Of The Who: The Current Waning Line-up” Trump died, and who would attend his measly funeral. I would like to take this time to continue with my discourse. Without imposing sympathy on this vile being, it would surely be the saddest event of all time. Indeed, sad.
Considering this hidden message of white power, we must thank God for laws, otherwise who knows what this guy would do or eat.
The president was unhappy. He had a profound craving. One Crave Case™ later, he still felt the emptiness accompanied with the gastric uneasiness of 30 sliders. It was as plain as the enormous girth around his waist; he was unfulfilled.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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