The latest killing was apparently in celebration of donnie's triumphant return from Davos where he finally dismantled our long-held position of World influence and leadership.
The laughter continues to rise as he wanders aimlessly around muttering indictments of windmills and errant shower heads.
His trademark image is where he is sticking his head out of some little closet on Air Force One looking like a large orange turtle.
His never-ending tariffs-on/tariffs-off bounce around like a monkey fucking a football.
There are some who think he shouldn't be faulted; he may be, after all, the victim of late term syphilis degeneration.
His never-ending tariffs-on/tariffs-off bounce around like a monkey fucking a football.
There are some who think he shouldn't be faulted; he may be, after all, the victim of late term syphilis degeneration.
Who knows?
Who really cares?
Who really cares?
I always wanted to live in an Octavia Butler novel.
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