If Clinton croaks, the media adulation for this shitstain will be thru the roof. It will make anyone else's funeral look like a big nothing. Too many of your fellow Americans think this phony was a great president, especially your women.
The truth needs to be brought out about this dirty bastard before he takes his eternal dirt nap.
Standing next to all my Cabal Comrades (it's a name we call each other, don't ask)
We're trying to put on a decent act while Evergreen goes on and on (every speech is the same, devolving into how it was her turn). I notice she's gotten shorter from osteoporosis or whatever.
Cameras go off. Sweet, masks off.
Break out the Adrenochrome Sunrises!
Renegade starts yanking up his "wife's" dress to scare the newbies with "her" balls. Funnier every time.
DJ suddenly asks everyone to count how many chandeliers there are.
Lol, okay, bro. There's 17.
We laugh, then he asks everyone to count how many flags are on the wall.
There are 17, bro, why?
He asks in a serious tone for everyone to look at how many candles are lit up behind the altar.
If Clinton croaks, the media adulation for this shitstain will be thru the roof. It will make anyone else's funeral look like a big nothing. Too many of your fellow Americans think this phony was a great president, especially your women.
The truth needs to be brought out about this dirty bastard before he takes his eternal dirt nap.
Deep State Funeral
The Rapey Clinton
inb4 "which one?"
Standing next to all my Cabal Comrades (it's a name we call each other, don't ask)
We're trying to put on a decent act while Evergreen goes on and on (every speech is the same, devolving into how it was her turn). I notice she's gotten shorter from osteoporosis or whatever.
Cameras go off. Sweet, masks off.
Break out the Adrenochrome Sunrises!
Renegade starts yanking up his "wife's" dress to scare the newbies with "her" balls. Funnier every time.
DJ suddenly asks everyone to count how many chandeliers there are.
Lol, okay, bro. There's 17.
We laugh, then he asks everyone to count how many flags are on the wall.
There are 17, bro, why?
He asks in a serious tone for everyone to look at how many candles are lit up behind the altar.
Music suddenly changes. YMCA starts playing.
Oh no...
You paint a really nice picture here, Fren!