How do I replace the Koolade with Orangeade?
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How do I replace the Koolade with Orangeade?
Irreverent musings and malarkey from a disillusioned dilettante
How do I replace the Koolade with Orangeade?
These are so good. But remember the old proverb: it’s not yours unless you’re drilling it.
The left has spent the last ten years delivering ad hominem attacks on Trump and his supporters. Perennially befuddled, they blamed the Hilary loss - and will doubtlessly blame this loss - in no small part on bigotry and misogynistic machoism run amok. Blinded by a never-ending well of self righteousness, they’ve lurched too far... Continue Reading →
We’re just two weeks away and assuming the 45th president hasn’t done any walking tours with Billy Bush lately, this thing seems like a lock. Two more weeks. We’ll see!
And my obligatory follow-up:
I don’t know. I’m just asking questions, man. Now here’s one from The Shadow for ya: did you hear about the cross eyed seamstress? She couldn’t mend straight. Now enjoy these photos. Have a great day!
VA-CHINAAAA!!!! VAGINAAAA!!!! Vagina! That’s a vagina! Right there. Dude has lips below his lips. Big old vagina. Oof. Wow. Geez. Now I want some cuddy.
Enjoy! Have a wonderful day!
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