She bought all of them
She bought all of them
But how? Her husband is the most popular President in US history I thought?? She's a doctor!! Her son is the smartest crackhead she knows! I bet the book is hilarious! I'm gonna get a copy from a library since I don't fund globalism and then proceed to laugh at this pile of idiotic pages written by a useless woman who changes diapers and cares for a geriatric moron while her brain short circuits during simple conversation with him.
jill: what do you want for dinner? Your diversity hires are in the kitchen.
joe: huh? Uh.. C'mon man! Manuel and Jablonda have been making me this thing that, you know, it grows.. naturally and uh, we make it.. in America for people.. and we make America grow and umm, there's a magic.. uh.. thing.. that only people's of a culture can make.. it's a thing from Europe. Years ago, uh, I was with Barack in a place... I don't remember it but it used the thing.. a powerful thing, centuries or maybe longer it is eaten, uh, by people! Heck, even Commander the dog you bought me, uh likes dog food and he likes human-powered food too, c'mon man? We make and fried it like we are frying the economy because this one time I had corn pop teach about hairy legs that turn blonde in the sun and children on my lap, uh.. hehe. Me and Hunter used to get them and I can't, uh, remember it now....
snoring
Joe has passed out mid ramble so Jill sighs and go tells the diversity kitchen to make him French fries with ketchup on the side and then uses her vibrator in the bathroom since she hadn't had sex in 25 years.
18 hours passed and Joey hasn't woken up. Jill feeds the fries to Commander the dog and gets a diversity hire to go to 7-11 for some ice cream for when he wakes up in his latest haze.
But how? Her husband is the most popular President in US history I thought?? She's a doctor!! Her son is the smartest crackhead she knows! I bet the book is hilarious! I'm gonna get a copy from a library since I don't fund globalism and then proceed to laugh at this pile of idiotic pages written by a useless woman who changes diapers and cares for a geriatric moron while her brain short circuits during simple conversation with him.
*jill: what do you want for dinner? Your diversity hires are in the kitchen.*
*joe: huh? Uh.. C'mon man! Manuel and Jablonda have been making me this thing that, you know, it grows.. naturally and uh, we make it.. in America for people.. and we make America grow and umm, there's a magic.. uh.. thing.. that only people's of a culture can make.. it's a thing from Europe. Years ago, uh, I was with Barack in a place... I don't remember it but it used the thing.. a powerful thing, centuries or maybe longer it is eaten, uh, by people! Heck, even Commander the dog you bought me, uh likes dog food and he likes human-powered food too, c'mon man? We make and fried it like we are frying the economy because this one time I had corn pop teach about hairy legs that turn blonde in the sun and children on my lap, uh.. hehe. Me and Hunter used to get them and I can't, uh, remember it now....*
*snoring*
Joe has passed out mid ramble so Jill sighs and go tells the diversity kitchen to make him French fries with ketchup on the side and then uses her vibrator in the bathroom since she hadn't had sex in 25 years.
*18 hours passed and Joey hasn't woken up. Jill feeds the fries to Commander the dog and gets a diversity hire to go to 7-11 for some ice cream for when he wakes up in his latest haze.*
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