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Just seeing that dumb red hat gives me the Heebeejeebees, the Holy Camoleys, I get the ******* the John B. Scrotes, I feel Ben Carsoned, as if I've been Rogered in my sleep by Quasimodo & then been forced to pleasure the Seven Dwarfs, I have the shivers, I plead repugnance, I share the odium, I experience that near frenzied disgust as left by a cold slug traversing one's naked arm in the dank moonlight, when that oh so ridiculous red tractor hat is worn by men who have chauffeurs & bejeweled golf carts, & look like a fat cat's fantasy of a fat cat, to Make America Great Again for that matter maybe you have to go as far back as Sitting Bull, Red Cloud, the Shawnee, herds of bison, counting coup, & eagle-feather headdresses, Making America Great Again does not in any way involve Leroy from the hills feeling better about his race or Donald J. Trump coming forth as some sort of Poor Man's Moses. I hate that stupid hat!
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
That Stupid Hat!
Just seeing that dumb red hat gives me the Heebeejeebees, the Holy Camoleys, I get the ******* the John B. Scrotes, I feel Ben Carsoned, as if I've been Rogered in my sleep by Quasimodo & then been forced to pleasure the Seven Dwarfs, I have the shivers, I plead repugnance, I share the odium, I experience that near frenzied disgust as left by a cold slug traversing one's naked arm in the dank moonlight, when that oh so ridiculous red tractor hat is worn by men who have chauffeurs & bejeweled golf carts, & look like a fat cat's fantasy of a fat cat, to Make America Great Again for that matter maybe you have to go as far back as Sitting Bull, Red Cloud, the Shawnee, herds of bison, counting coup, & eagle-feather headdresses, Making America Great Again does not in any way involve Leroy from the hills feeling better about his race or Donald J. Trump coming forth as some sort of Poor Man's Moses. I hate that stupid hat!
martin-bailes
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
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