Easy place

Oh, God damn whatever, Dirty Tuesday. Me and Jason left here about an hour ago. It seems

like because the power went out here in Georgia. Something to do with them trying to steal,

they hacked into the wrong thing and I powered up the dams of trying to steal some more votes,

you know, just to cover their fucking asses. Boy do I hate those people and may they all

die of a nice bone cancer that lasts forever in lingers and the dirty palvases and their

fucking wrinkled old faces. I know how I'm the moatful.

Well under the, do you fear Spanish ladies? Well under the ladies of Spain for every

sea daughters for the sail back to Boston. And so never more shall we see you again.

Chief, may I, ladies and gentlemen. Ah, anyways, I'm in a good mode. Why? Because I don't

know. Got one more show tomorrow and then Thanksgiving. We allowed to say Thanksgiving is

I going to piss off some colored folk or some angry lesbians or a fucking transgender

piece of fucking pope. Can we say it? I'm celebrating killing the Indians. Everything's

giving. I have a blanket that I still from a red roof and that has more diseases on

it than one Columbus gave the Cherokees. And I celebrate it. And we'd like to rub it

in my family, very mean family. We pass the turkey around and instead of saying a prayer,

we all go, those are feathers. Huh? Don't have to Grammy over this year because if somebody

sneezes or fots, it's going to kill her in the driveway. But Cuomo's having his mother

up. She's in her late thousands. He's got nostrils like fucking Dion Wawic. Fucking people.

You have no idea how to run a nation. Anyways, let's get to the thing, whatever show.

Trump tells a GSA that's the general service agency. Do we have enough bureaucratic

horseshit that the Biden transition team can begin? Don't get too excited you people

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