Hey! With Mother’s Day in the rear view, if any of you are looking for a Father’s Day gift ideas for me, I have one.
I’d like Donald Trump, our supposed leader, right here tonight. I want him snatched from his live-tweeting of Fox News in the White House residence, over there on Pennsylvania Avenue with all the other miscreants and I want him brought right here, with a HUUUUUGE ribbon on that muskrat he calls a head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, gravy-gulping, low-life, Putin-licking, burnt steak-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, charity-robbing, bankrupting, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, coon-eyed, stiff-legged, twat-lipped, combed-over sack of monkey shit he is!
Happy Fathers Day! Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?
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