How long will it be

before the Twitter Twats prostrate themselves on all fours with their pants down around their ankles, whilst begging for a good reaming by their mentor and Presidential Shitstain? I can already hear the profuse apologies for being so silly as to actually call the bullshitter-in-chief and pussy-grabber a goddam liar. And the Twitter Twat pussies did it in the nicest, kindest, most meaningless way possible.

Murder Mystery

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Jennifer Aniston and Charlize Theron are two of the producers of this piece of Adam Sandler shit. Who is god’s name convinced those two to hire this third-rate loser to star in a comedy? The dufus can act about as well as he does comedy, which isn’t saying much, is it? Next we know he’ll be running for president.

I recently re-watched The Good Girl. The good girl acted a great part in that one. What happened to her in the interim?

Now here’s a suggestion, Ms. Anniston: Cool it with the excessive bronzer. You don’t need to look like a cute Mexican girl with natural skin color. Just look like, you know, yourself.

Oh, and never forget: Be kind. Rewind.

Democrats rejoice their choice

The Democrats aren’t collectively smart enough to realize that all they have to do is hold up a cardboard cutout of their Anointed One.  The mentally challenged senior citizen doesn’t have to speak. The old’s job is to stand around and try not to dodder. People will applaud and cheer, and vote.

Old Joe must be replaced at once with a pasty-faced clown. Look what that did for the Republicans. If the Democrats can’t find an actual clown to volunteer, they must put a shiny new coat of paint on Old Joe and wheel him out. Good luck with the new paint.

Remember this, though: Tape his fingers so he can’t, you know.

American jackass and Presidential Shitstain thinks votes don’t count

The American tin-pot, would-be dick-taterhead just won’t catch his favorite Roaring Twenties disease and draw his last breath while in office. Imagine the spectacle with Jared and Ivanka and the rest of the incompetents planning the state funeral. Too bad, so sad. However, the rest of the world enjoys a little humor until the election, during which time another senile old shit will get elected to take the country even deeper into the abyss.

Here’s to hoping that one chooses a VP candidate capable of doing something besides getting down on his/her knees to pray, you know, in case he dies in office of old age.

On the other hand, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Democrats fuck up their chance so badly that the MAGAcovid+jesus party (quite the little beach party so far, isn’t it?) wins another term.

Here’s a thought, Dems: Tie the perpetrator’s Joe Biden’s hands behind his back so he can’t finger anyone female or male, tape his mouth shut, and wheel him out from time to time to show the world how progressive you’ve become. Mind you, they’ll probably fuck that up, too.

Exorcism At 60,000 Feet

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Note to self

Remember

NEVER DO THE FOLLOWING*:

  1. Go anywhere near an airplane with nuns on board
  2. Go anywhere near an airplane with a drunk, leering padre on board.
  3. Go anywhere near an airplane with nuns and a drunk, leering padre.
  4. Sit beside someone who pulls out a Ouija board on an airplane.
  5. Get on and airplane with a Matt Damon look-alike.
  6. Get on an airplane with an obviously drunk flight crew.

With notable appearances, in no particular order, by Adrian Barbeau and Sammy the Dwarf, among others.

* Order may change due to varying conditions.

Live and let die

The person that chose that particular song for America’s Presidential Shitstain whilst on what must have been an absolute delightful factory tour deserves a round of applause and a raise.

If I might add one small thing: I don’t want to wear any of the masks that outfit produced while the Presidential Shitstain oozed through the place.