List number one, we’re gone in a barf. We’re gonna file state people in the executive font, in the derp ranch.
Number two, we’re gone into acid. We’re gonna indict J.O.E. In Bed and the Run In Bed and Same J. In Bed and every other cum sleaze, real blabs, In Bed, except for the five year old granddaughter who they fused to acknowledge for five political years until the pressure got to J.O.E. In Bed.
Number three, we’re gone to LARP land. We’re gonna grow a lot of people, 10 million deporting people— and no char babies, their parents, their grandparents. We’re gonna cut kids in pages. It’s gonna be igloos. We’re gonna gag lot of people in the D.C. train duel and I’m gout.