Laughing at the cucks that are unaware this is a zombie country that resembles nothing they're celebrating.
I'm going to create an oil painting of Abraham Lincoln.
Celebrating with family. Because being a free range slave in a country that claims freedom, with a degenerate President with dementia, is something to be proud of, said no American ever. Scary times.
I'm going to set the sky on fire.
I'm shooting beer cans.
Spending time with a bunch of Puerto Ricans. .
By going to work.
Might get drunk and laid tonight.
Been a minute since I've had a drink.
Hoping the simulated gunfire and ordinance makes the zogbots shudder when thinking about obeying smash-and-grab orders and their out-numberedness
Working. I'm behind.
I'm hoping Trump trolls our faggot, fake president and shitskin dindu hindu today.
Grilling off a limey on the Weber, pound for pound the tenderest of long pig meat always.
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