“You know, it doesn’t really matter what the media write as long as you’ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.” — from an interview with Esquire, 1991
Then why admit you voted for Trumpy? I mean, you’re a white, straight male--that alone should give you more than enough pause than to engage us lower life forms in an argument, which you will win, because you’re a man (that voted for a man that LOOOOOOVES women!)
Nah, but it’s only because I don’t count since, you know, black. But thanks!
I’d like to say I’ve never walked by a pile of human shit, but I’m just kidding myself. And people always wonder why I look down so much when I walk. THIS ^ IS WHY!!!!
You know, you people.
I was saying that your mother should’ve aborted you. But since you’re drinking cranberry juice, maybe you have a UTI that’ll fester into something more deadly. Meh. You’re a white male, so life’s good. I’m not, so I’m through with this shit. I’m out.
So, different point of view means, well, fuck you and people that look like you.
Nah, I decided that he didn’t need my vote, and guess what! He didn’t! Though I don’t know if it had more to do with your vote, or his fuckbuddy Putin...
So, can someone find out where this guy lives and just practice some good ol’ Christian honor killing on his ass? Because, fuck this—this guy needs to be GONE, as of NOW.
Uh, I’m pretty sure there are some Palestinian folks who may not feel the same way, what with the illegal settlements and all.
So what if I said that I wanted to get rid of men? White men, black men, ALL men? You can’t tell me that most of the world’s problems aren’t caused by men, so why not take actions on getting rid of them?
But you notice that it’s the people who don’t look like you, who aren’t the same gender, etc., as you that are getting all the shit thrown their way. (While you take a drink of refreshing piss.) If you can find someone you know that’s a minority, a woman, a homosexual, or all three, that voted for Trump, please tell…
I am in favor of that! In fact, that may be my lunch!
Fuck NPR and their oddball, twee-ass stories about Unpresidented Trumpussy. Between them, the other “media” and the fucking Enquirer, it’s like everyone’s lined up, spread their legs, and is begging for Trumpussy to do what he does best, try to grab their pussies with his stubby fingers.
This’ll be lost, but tell me--is what he said somehow worse than the shit Trumpussy’s dribbling out of his mouth and stubby fingers EVERY. SINGLE. DAY??
My point was that they can be divided and it doesn’t matter, because they’re running EVERYTHING.
Okay, there’s d-amphetamine, l-amphetamine, and pH-dependent amphetamine—it’s been 15 years since my last brain/drugs class. Am I missing anything?