“Would it be the worst thing if Iran nuked Los Angeles?” the hat asked. “Of course it would,” the hair said. “It’s just a matter of time,” Donald grumbled. “Think of all the leftists annihilated in a ball of fire, the sky split asunder,” the hat said. “It would be...
The question before this class: Would you buy SugarFreeCoin? Can I count on your to help get $SUGARFREE off the ground? There are early access perks, like a signed picture of me, SugarFree, and a possible revival of my rap career as SugaDaFree. 2027 is going to be an...
“Remember when we had women in The Oval Office all the time? Remember Pie?” the hair asked. “No, not really,” the hat said. “But there’s Natalie. She’s in here all the time.” “I was told to never talk about Natalie,” the hair said. “What? Who told you that?” The hair...
JOY, damn you! JOY!
The Future
Will you stay down on your knees?
MMDA
manuscripts of unpublished rhyme
There’s no such thing as a digested lunch.
It’d be tragic if those evil robots win
Demographic are destiny
Eat it raw.
JOY
#blackpill
the worm speaks
The Beast That Shouted Joy at the Butthole of the World
“They are just going to keep trying until they kill you, Donald,” the hat said, as grave and serious as he ever managed to be. “Barron will be alone,” the hair said, agreeing. “He will grow up without a father.” “They fear me being President again,” Donald said. “They...
…and mean everything to me.
Get up on that old Dick, y’all.
Were you praying at the Lares’ shrine?
“I’m tired of laying low,” the hat said. “We should be out there mixing it up, getting in street fights, insulting our enemies, blood and fire in the streets!” “It's a different election this time around,” the hair said. “Lying low is the best bet here. Kamala’s...
Shoot to kill or die
Puppy Love
“Imagine a hyena-cackle, raping your eardrums–forever.”
“Cracky?”
“Yes, Hunter?”
“I want to smoke you!”
And then Hunter walked on down the hall.