You misspelled “thurd,” butt yeah.

“Would be” and “political farce” are no longer allowed in the same thought. Trump could fellate his own prolapse in the middle of 5th Avenue and his #GOP rivals would line up to wipe his chin.

So… no gang spankings? Well, at least maybe he’ll add to his shtick complaints about how nursing his prolapse for all those years turned out to be for naught. There’s that.

Regarding humans’ solving climate change, it is not that we cannot (could not have); it is that we will not (were never going to). The Kardashian ass crack does and always will trend higher than climate concerns. We are (were) a species of idiots.

Unprovable claim.

All claims of others’ accomplishments and impossible to prove. Congrats.

That’s hilarious. Yes it was. My mistake was mentioning my #atheism. The torture master turned out to be #Mormon. I was old enough to know better at the time. Now I’m old enough to simply have these monkey-shit brown bone shards extracted. Absolutely exquisite pain.

You misspelled “shite,” butt yeah.

That which builds character sometimes dissolves teeth. Many are worse off; that’s the scary part.

I encourage anyone with a sufficiently smooth brain to ignore inevitabilities, you included. Really, y’all are in an enviable place. If two-hundred million in the USA under heat or flood warnings while scientists say the Gulf Stream is on the verge of collapse means nothing more than “it’s summer” to you, good for you. You win. Seriously.

Oh.

Dream on.

Much of the cynicism online right now is due to an avalanche of reporting that shit is hitting the fan with the climate. Anyone with so much as one child is feeling a retro-antinatalist regret. Concerning ourselves with long ago-gutted anti-trust laws seems like worrying about dirty windows in a house that’s fully engulfed in flames with no fire department within a million miles. Break 'em up, for sure, but what’s the point if the gulf stream collapses next year and we become Mars in a decade. Or sumptin.

Narrator: Scott, a depraved asshole who yearns to suckle from the distended rectal prolapse of Donald Trump, does not actually care.

No fluoride where I failed to grow up in south Alabama. Anyone graduating sixth grade with all their teeth was called an elitist. Toothbrushes were unknown. If you’re familiar with Tommy Tuberville, you should know he’s a victim of a tobacco spit-swallowing mother, a widespread problem in those parts. Denture swapping was common during meals. Basically shitty luck. I escaped with bad teeth and a crappy disposition. I’m lucky.

I buy from the dispensary in the worst part of town. They sell trim for as little as ninety an ounce. Strain be dammed.

An assumption that one is dealing with assholes and morons when dealing with republicans is always the safe one. I’ll allow that the oblivious one didn’t know who Kellyanne Conway was is possible, but I more firmly believe otherwise.

It’s important to note here that Catholics helped elect Trump in ‘16 and did their damnedest to re-elect him in ‘20.

Relevance for Musk can never be overpriced. Apparently.

Your timeline reveals your desire to squeegee that which flows from the prolapsed rectum of Donald Trump. Sip carefully.