Reimagining Tea For Dad

Dad says, “Tea is gay.”

I say, “Do you want your 1st born to achieve his Do It All Dad Year or not?”

Dad says, “Does your Do It All Dad Year include you doing guys on the down low? I don’t get it.”

I reply, “I bet the voice of Alexa isn’t manly enough for you pops. Why don’t I change the voice of Alexa to the voice of Scarlett Johansson who sounds like she’s stuck between estrogen throat blocker treatments.”

Dad says, “I’d change the voice of Alexa to Samuel L. Jackson.”

I say, “Alexa, who told Samuel L Jackson it looks cool to dress up like Spike Lee’s Grandma, who identifies as a Jazz Critic descendent of Sonny Rollins, in Tyler Perry’s new film, The Uppity Cunt?”

Dad says, “You don’t like black people.”

I say, “Dad, how many black girls have you banged named Porsha? That’s what I thought. But good luck trying to gay shame me into resuming my lushy ways over drinking tea like Bruce Lee again pops. And even if I was 30 years gay, you got 3 grandchildren out of it pops, so you came out on top. And that’s how the tea leaves crumble.”

The vax lessens the symptoms, didn’t you hear?

Forget fatigue, you’ll storm the Capital Building like the Running Man after DeSantis wins in a patriot made landslide, no amount of election fraud can conceal.

No more headaches, just a mild irritation of the ears like the Muslim Call to Prayer on a busted loudspeaker in Astoria, Queens.

First an itchy esophagus, now you’ll be deep throating Lexington Steele replicas without it feeling like your tonsils just got punctured to pieces in the process.

Fever finished. Just measured smug superiority flowing forward.

Shortness of breath ends. Now, you’ll last longer than Jared Kushner in the sack with Ivanka despite her talking boring dirty to him in Mandarin on his birthday again.

Coughing comes to a screeching halt. Now, you’ll suck down medicinal strength dispensary weed out of a metal bat made in Wuhan and you’ll be flying high again.

Muscle aches become orgasmic mush on pure E from 1995.

Naps become siestas with Penelope Cruz falling asleep on your crotch to put her motor mouth lisp to sleep in the process.

Diarrhea is replaced by out of this world, beyond substantial dumps like you just inhaled an entire protein pea farm in one sitting.

Difficulty breathing ends although if Pearl Necklace Harris becomes President all bets are off. Calling that bitch erratic, is an insult to stable schizophrenics holding down government jobs in Quebec.

Congestion gone. Who cares if your media worshiping whores are still full of shit from head to toe already?

Michael Kornbluth

Big City Baby

Heard this, Alexa?

I tell the pirate jokes Alexa.

What letters to Pirates favor?

Z’s, after passing out from drinking too many Captain and Coke’s again.

Little kid at my son’s pre-K said, “That’s too funny.”

I said, “Thanks for my next comedy record title kid, although I prefer Big City Baby.”

Challah, Thank you very much.

Michael Kornbluth

Cling On Cheesy

Even Jeff Bezos sends dick picks to his lover now. I hear he’s bulgy but his new lover used to be married to Kansas City Chiefs Tight End Tony Gonzalez. So happy denting, AJAX Man.  For a man of his intelligence, I just expected better texting skills than a younger Kristen Stewart. He texted, “I love you. I will show with my lips.”  His wooing skills don’t sound too cling on cheesy.  Plus, there’s now way Jeff Bezos tastes, good, Ben Shapiro included.

Michael Kornbluth

 

The Religious Scholar

Remember when we took out the number 2 in charge of ISIS and the Washington Post the next day lionized the Terrorist ringleader as a “religious scholar”? And Judd Apatow is the Chief Happiness Officer for Breitbart. Actually, he was a virgin fantasy pushing loser, who couldn’t get sucked off in a Chicago bathhouse during Arafat appreciation day.

Michael Kornbluth