Hey, is your Aunt June still coming to Christmas dinner?

Yep, and her new boyfriend.

I'll get the extra chair.

And his daughter.

Oh, and some plates.

Plus her boyfriend.

Ah.

And his two mates, their girlfriends, their neighbours, their second cousins, twin sisters,

the male man, glound from down the road, his primary school teacher, my personal trainer,

his dog, his accountant, Bill, and that lady I met on the bus. We're going to need to go to IKEA. From extra plates to bedding and everything in between.

Get guest ready.

Oh, and Grandma's day and over.

IKEA, look wonderful every day.

Yeah, what's a mysterious death or two when it comes to pulling off a multi, multi, I mean, it's probably hundreds of billions by the time we shake it all out, all the money that's trillion, trillion plus, two trillion plus by that time they're done here with everything, government

buyings, etc.

A number of people they've killed.

People are fucking celebrating.

The equivalent of the greatest serial killer of all time.

It's a damn, also an indictment of how stupid people are in general that they would trust a guy like this.

Now, it's funny as it can be to me because there's two camps.

Fauci's a hero.

And you people who say he is not a hero are fucking morons.

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