“We just joined Truth Social, mostly because we thought it would be very funny,” it explained. “Follow us there for truths and retruths or whatever they call them.”
“We just joined Truth Social, mostly because we thought it would be very funny,” it explained. “Follow us there for truths and retruths or whatever they call them.”
Good old Web 2.0, where you post death threats to the president next to your real name and a picture of your real face so they can be sure they’ve got the right guy.
The hilarious part is truth social requires a phone number.
And they’re very particular about it. They wouldn’t let me join with a Google Voice # or my voip home number. I wasn’t about to give those chucklefucks my real cell # so I bailed.
No, I mean, I went to the mall, on January 7th, to hang my pants.