Says so here. It doesn’t tell us how they might have changed the game, in order to influence the election. So we’re left to guess on the specifics.
Seconds later Necropalypto was tossed into the resuscitation van. It lives yet.
The horror remains.
Their heads! What happened to their heads?! That wag, Earl of Taint, had a hand in it. He’s always fucking with people’s heads. I’ll give 50 bucks if Earl will shorten her legs, in that heinous pants suit, to about 12 inches. And maybe broaden the beam a bit.
Weebles don’t have legs.
OH THE HORROR !!!!!
HOW COULD THEY BE SO HEARTLESS ???
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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