It’s just past midnight, you haven’t had a
cheeseburger in six hours, your blood-grease levels are dangerously low, and
your rage against the fake media is building. So you whip out your tweeting
machine, eat that loose pickle laying on your pillow, and use your sounding-out
skills to type despite the constant
negative press ker-fuff-le. Except you spell like a moron.
[Author's note - I know I'm really stretching the theme of this month to anything that can be called a noun. Sorry.]
Exactly!
ReplyDeleteHa! Of course.
ReplyDeleteI think Trump should hire you as his press secretary.
ReplyDeleteTrump should hire you as his press secretary.
ReplyDeleteBut I don't want to work for him.
DeleteHa!
ReplyDeleteAll his actions are moronic.
ReplyDeleteAmen
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