C'mon, man! This reminds me back in 2nd grade when my Dad took me to grandpa's farm to see the dog-faced ponies. I was a bright little kid back then, straight-B student. I asked my dad if there really were needles in the haystacks, and he said "I donno, son. But you'll never know til you find out!" I learned a lot about perseverance that day, just digging and digging through all that hay, the deeper I got the more I sneezed but I just kept on digging. Man, I really wanted that needle. I was gonna take that needle to school in my Roy Rogers lunchbox, maybe stick somebody or put it in the teacher's chair. I never did like that old bag, all wrinkly and used-up, looked like she oughta be in a nursing home. Why would anybody put up with an old fossil like that? Anyway, I never did find that needle and what made matters worse, my grandpa tanned my hide for messing up his haystack cause the cows and the pony-faced dogs wouldn't eat it after that. I'll never forget that drive home into the city, hay sticking out of my hair, sneezing and sneezing and sneezing. Every time I sneezed Dad would laugh and laugh, saying "Little Joe, if you flunk 3rd grade I'm leaving you out there with Grandpa. You'll be big enough to work by then." Well, that scared me so bad I quit eating vegetables for two years and that's how I got the rickets, so I sure showed him, didn't I? Mom took me to the doctor and man, he gave me a big ol' shot that hurt for a week, that old so & so. Dagnabbit, I can still feel it just from thinking about it. Then when we got home, my Dad asked me "Hey Joe, did you find the needle yet?" and had a good ol' laugh. And that's what perseverance means to me: in the end I did find that needle, it just wasn't in the haystack. But they wouldn't let me take it home, so eventually I found a sharp little stick in the yard and made do with that. Good ol' American ingenuity, that's what we need around here. Trump the Tweeter, he doesn't get any of this stuff, he just doesn't. Probably ate all his vegetables, maybe even a couple of fruits. Says he's never even caught a cold, how is he gonna know how to handle this health crisis? That's crazy, man. If that's the kind of guy you trust, vote for Donald Trump. I don't care. I'm sorry, what was the question?
“ENOUGH OF THE MEMES!”
-Cryin Chuck Schumer
How about no.
That will 100% get you more memes
"We're just getting started..."
I know what you MEME.
I believe someone just missed a call from a one "Barbara Streisand"...
The dude never listened when they told him not to feed the trolls.
Now he has a troll problem.
Look fat, no malarkey, that bot ain't black. He's voting for the other Biden, you dog-faced pony soldier!!
Come on man!
C'mon, man! This reminds me back in 2nd grade when my Dad took me to grandpa's farm to see the dog-faced ponies. I was a bright little kid back then, straight-B student. I asked my dad if there really were needles in the haystacks, and he said "I donno, son. But you'll never know til you find out!" I learned a lot about perseverance that day, just digging and digging through all that hay, the deeper I got the more I sneezed but I just kept on digging. Man, I really wanted that needle. I was gonna take that needle to school in my Roy Rogers lunchbox, maybe stick somebody or put it in the teacher's chair. I never did like that old bag, all wrinkly and used-up, looked like she oughta be in a nursing home. Why would anybody put up with an old fossil like that? Anyway, I never did find that needle and what made matters worse, my grandpa tanned my hide for messing up his haystack cause the cows and the pony-faced dogs wouldn't eat it after that. I'll never forget that drive home into the city, hay sticking out of my hair, sneezing and sneezing and sneezing. Every time I sneezed Dad would laugh and laugh, saying "Little Joe, if you flunk 3rd grade I'm leaving you out there with Grandpa. You'll be big enough to work by then." Well, that scared me so bad I quit eating vegetables for two years and that's how I got the rickets, so I sure showed him, didn't I? Mom took me to the doctor and man, he gave me a big ol' shot that hurt for a week, that old so & so. Dagnabbit, I can still feel it just from thinking about it. Then when we got home, my Dad asked me "Hey Joe, did you find the needle yet?" and had a good ol' laugh. And that's what perseverance means to me: in the end I did find that needle, it just wasn't in the haystack. But they wouldn't let me take it home, so eventually I found a sharp little stick in the yard and made do with that. Good ol' American ingenuity, that's what we need around here. Trump the Tweeter, he doesn't get any of this stuff, he just doesn't. Probably ate all his vegetables, maybe even a couple of fruits. Says he's never even caught a cold, how is he gonna know how to handle this health crisis? That's crazy, man. If that's the kind of guy you trust, vote for Donald Trump. I don't care. I'm sorry, what was the question?
I heard his voice perfectly throughout
Holy fuck, Joe
Hahaha, this was classic Joe alright.
Joe? Is that you?
A Streisand Effect of sorts.
Lmao the left never heard of don't feed the troll, this could've all been averted