Maybe it’s a Baby Ruth.
Maybe it’s Prison.
The ruthie could grow eyes a mouth and starting singing Daisy Bell, Uranium One will go nowhere. Clinton Crime & Treason LTD will remain and fester until both of them shit the bed.
I have no answers.
Christ! Whatta thing to look at foist thing in the AM. I’m going back to bed.
That pool party must be at Robert Mueller’s digs in The Hamptons, right?
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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