Maybe it's a big okie-doke to convince D.C. the smell is coming from that stanky green pit, and not from the miserable bag of shit-filled skin blubbering his toxic way through what's left of the White House county fair and fried alligator diner.
Maybe it's a big okie-doke to convince D.C. the smell is coming from that stanky green pit, and not from the miserable bag of shit-filled skin blubbering his toxic way through what's left of the White House county fair and fried alligator diner.