"The sky was a dark, angry red. The sun was not visible and had not been visible for a long time. There were no longer any rhinoceroses whatsoever. There were exactly three birds. The halls of Congress were empty except for John Quincy Adams’s ghost and one hoarse buzzard perched on a cracked torso in Statuary Hall. And Mitch McConnell was still confirming judges."
Good god that is painfully not funny. Like, I can just imagine the lib writing this smiling at his own creative genius wearing his glasses as his wife gets fucked in the background. Like, a third grader could do better. "let's be like totes random and say that RHINOVEROS ARE GONE! and 3 boirds!"
"The sky was a dark, angry red. The sun was not visible and had not been visible for a long time. There were no longer any rhinoceroses whatsoever. There were exactly three birds. The halls of Congress were empty except for John Quincy Adams’s ghost and one hoarse buzzard perched on a cracked torso in Statuary Hall. And Mitch McConnell was still confirming judges."
Good god that is painfully not funny. Like, I can just imagine the lib writing this smiling at his own creative genius wearing his glasses as his wife gets fucked in the background. Like, a third grader could do better. "let's be like totes random and say that RHINOVEROS ARE GONE! and 3 boirds!"