When I got back to my neighborhood a gentleman down the block was having a tantrum. And I'm glad he moved past my apartment building by the time I got to the front steps; he had rolled further down the slope. I suspect that he was a crazed Trumpite, as I've grown to expect incoherence and gibberant screaming from those people. I can imagine everywhere between the Bay Area and the Five Boroughs alive with the sounds of inchoate anger.
Basically, they're all Karoline Leavitt. With some desert islands of sanity here and there.
Old joke about two guys on a desert island giving their rescuers a tour. "This is my Moose Lodge. That is his Moose Lodge." But what about that one over there? "That is the Moose Lodge neither one of us would be caught dead in!"
Speaking of Karoline Leavitt, has anyone seen her feet? Is she also forced to wear the Presidentially mandated Florsheims? Do they accommodate talons?
And further speaking of her, she and the rest of those trolls have been voted the political mob most likely to catch kuru en masse. I believe there is a golden award for that.
Plus the exact same strain of cold sores.
The great thing about all of them wearing shoes that are far too large is that it prevents them from dying of toenail fungus. Ventilation and coolness prevent it spreading to their brains. Proper hygiene would do the same, but it's much too late for that.
If you sprinkle them with water, will they dissolve?
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