Death

I'm well aware of the diabolical encounters you've had with sea monkeys in sweaty aquatic-porn arcades.

It started because of Biden and ended thanks to Trump.

Been taking my sons to a Christmas tree farm the day after Thanksgiving since they were little. This year's tree is about 7 feet tall and perfectly shaped.

Pity bump.

MAGAloids all unhinged today.

Tosser of salads.

Link?

I can't take it anymore. I want to have sex with you.

He is master of the skin flute.

It came from Uranus.

The BDS is redlining tonight!

Kick ass.

Pity bump.

I'm snorting it off a cat's ass.

I don't need to. I've already won my game this week and still have Cuntland Slutton going tonight, Freddie Fourandnine!

You'd need at least a month of Noom to fit in a Conex.

Keep telling yourself that.

I could not care less about whatever crimes Hunter Biden committed. What I enjoy is watching MAGgots zooming around like angry hornets over something they have obsessed over for years. Let it go, man. Wait ... don't let it go! Please don't let it go!

I don't spend much time watching videos of the naked ass of a man running down the hall, but if that's your jam ...

Projection!

It's "honky tonkin'," you drunken rube.

This wouldn't happen in a blue state.

A criminal conviction - not an unsubstantiated conspiracy theory - typically serves as the legal centerpiece for a presidential pardon. HTH. CIVICS, B!TCHES!

MAXIPAD OVERDRIVE, B!TCHES!