implementing a solo try

enjoyed by Swiss

Yeah, baby. How are you, folks? Monday March 1st.

Eging towards spring, although down here it's mid-summer. It's been in the 80s all weekend.

Actually worked out twice. Can't move. Can't get up to this chair. Legs and numb backs,

killing me, kidneys are aching, ears are throbbing. Jesus Christ. I'm telling you, you know,

you're old when you're going down the stairs and it hurts more than walking up the stairs.

I got nothing left of my knees, no cartilage. I actually wake my white when I'm coming up

stairs. You can hear the clicking, but that's her problem. Anyways, how you doing, folks?

Have a good weekend? Did you wear your mask like fucking sheep people? God, I can't take

it anymore being part of this hoax. Anyways, what was the big nose this week, gang? Sea

pack convention. Everybody excited. It was like the stones coming to your town in 1978.

Everybody couldn't wait to see Trump slash Jagger. And he did not disappoint. There was

all the suspects with a Roger Stone who we love, by the way. You remember, old Roger.

And he's a fan of mine. We got proof of it. Look at him. Look at the old duffel. Look,

not a bad looking lady there. He's got a Bible under it. I don't know what he's carrying.

Remember, he loves the show. He told us he did. Bear is concerned. That's right, Stephen.

That's the way it is. So, you know, as I said in the movie, get me Roger Stone, which unfortunately,

Robert Mueller watched and thought it was entitled Get Roger Stone. I rubbed on the hatred

of these leftist retards. Oh my God. They're not funny. Trevor Noah. Not funny. Nictipalo.

Now that's funny. Bing, bing, bang. I'm going to save that. I'll lose my wedding ring before

I lose that clip. Anyways, Roger was at sea pack. Why am I bringing that up? I don't

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