Checking in on our fave dictaster dictator:
I think the gravitational ‘purr’ of his gut may be affecting the flight path.
Yankee Dog! Is not his gut – Fearress Reader have massive peckah!
The grass signage, ha ha good one Earl — that dead grass would make a mighty fine meal for hundreds of starving Norks…… :(
I think they’re planning to open a buffet/ salad bar.
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Pew, pew, pew. Hahaha.
You could serve The Un a snack on those hats the ‘soldiers’ wear.
Eating THIS THIS grass…? Nice one.
Yew tink you funny, lound-eye… I hack e-mair accounts at wirr, and I come ovel thele and bleak face of Ealr of Taint. Yew see, yew smalt-ass brog modelatol! No put up with funny business any rongel! We have missres that go a furr 500 feet past Pyongyingyang. I have no feal of you lotton Amelicans. We ale supeliol to you clazy ribelty-claving molons. I KIRR you arr!
The Pirrsbuly Dough-Dictatol
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
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