A continuation from Monday’s I’m No Scientist But: I’m no P.E. Teacher, but I do know that Trump is weak, both mentally and physically, as in scrawny and the last one to be picked for a dodgeball team, in spite of his whining and annoying hand raising, “Ooh, pick me. Me.”
Don’t believe the hype! When people say that greyhounds are smart, they actually mean, it’s a wonder they can operate on such a tiny half-toothpick sized brain.
The greyhound collapsed after chasing its tail non-stop for eight minutes. If not for the innate sense of dizziness, it would have continued until its heart stopped.
At the risk of insulting greyhounds, they are easily the dumbest species of animals. Look at their thin heads and how close their eyes are, now imagine how tiny that brain must be. Let’s be honest, how can a simple dog even begin to comprehend right and wrong amongst humankind, which is merely the roundabout way of asking, what prevents a greyhound from snapping and biting your face off?
Putting the scientist back into the Scientologist.
Trump is a fucking idiot. It could be the lack of oxygen to his tiny impotent brain. It could be a genealogy thing. Once again, I’m no scientist, but I do know this: he will die like everything else does, especially old assholes like him. As I’ve discussed before, no one will attend his funeral, so we have that going. Most of America, approximately 70%, will rejoice like the Munchkins did when the Wicked Witch died in The Wizard Of Oz.
These months are zipping past me like wrens with extreme short attention spans, which is to say all the wrens and all the months, for they are all so stupid. And now, a mash up.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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