Pro abortion on demand posts proclaiming it’s the greatest thing since hand sliced Nova on LinkedIn have tampered off dramatically off since Friday. What happened? Oh yeah, you remembered that nobody gives a shit about corporate activism since your evil-siding scumbag overlords mandated forced clot shots since the day Democracy died. Who only 2 years prior, acted fake news outraged about a Russian collusion tale with less legs than Lieutenant Dan, right Buzzfeed? Use your head America, Trumpy Poo would never hire 2 Russian hookers to pee on each other because he’s a notorious germaphobe. And could always hire a bunch of Ivanka look likes who sound more like Melania who could pee on each other at his hotel in DC sporting nothing but mink hats from Spies Like Us whenever he likes.
I know, without your abortion you’d never be a proud homeowner at 33. Or know what it’s like to be on the receiving end from endless streams of yummy hugs after blowing your kids away with a chive specked, farm fresh, scramble mushroom supreme. Or be motivated enough to make your year without beer count. So, your sons can aspire to follow your lead with a follow up series of launch parties on top of the Box Jump that you just made your blast off bitch while blasting Take Me The Top by Motley Crue. Is that parenting rich premise worthy of intellectual contemplation Ayn Rand, self-serving cunts are us?
Have fun with your empty, drab, lifeless home in Northern California with no hardcore hilarious kids to brighten up your endlessly beautifying day with slacker prevention talk like this.
“Daddy, why didn’t you go on the Peloton yet?”
“I got food poisoning from the Hallal guys and never-ending long COVID from 5 booster shots in a row. I got full blown AIDS from Andy Dick through Zoom.”
“Enough with the excuses daddy. You’re worse than Hillary.”
Flawless Light shines on, Challah.
Thank you very much.