The optimist in me was so hoping Trump would see the error of his ways after his life was tried and another made forfeit in his stead.
Motherfucker still talking about himself. God damnit. I had a hopeful moment, my bad. Back to Plan A: Big ballsy Biden’s bountiful bouquet of blissful banter.
Which, I might add, is currently surrounded by the lackluster looming laughable languid leftist lobotomy of a circus performance, and I’m not only referring to the politicians. stares