The MAGAs are the RINOs.
Sock puppet radiation. If you want some I’ll be Hawking it on the street.
And that barrel of Nair she bought is worth every penny.
Arctic Char Pan fried with teriyaki marinade, served with rice pilaf and broccoli.
I was cured of talking to myself. It began with some kind gentlemen who brought me a jacket with extra long sleeves.
I don’t worry about that. It’s one of the perks of going commando. ;-)
Oh, and don’t worry about the creaking noises at night.
Don’t try to read it. It’ll put you to sleep.
Well Loretta is a tool.
No thanks, I don’t like sardines.
The MAGAs are the RINOs.