Ha, ha on you! (it's not for sale)
Had an accident with a can opener? (that the dearly departed chef usually takes care of). Midnight snack craving for canned peaches?
From the horse (lover's) mouth.
Stand by your maaannnnnn! And show the whirled you love him!
Your skirt on fire? Whoo! That's a whopper!!
Oh you foolish Floridians! Of what do you boast? I brought you Mir-a-lago and its special guests excluding Epstein who liked them youngish. But you have followed in the path of your Ronny come lately governor!
(I must have obtained an aleady altered version of the letter, as evidenced by this article).
https://babylonbee.com/news/trump-pens-his-first-prison-epistle-to-the-floridians
Another Pawn Stars winner!
Because i wish to understand the retarded 25%, much as i did George Jr's stubborn retarded 22% to the bitter end after the WMD lie, I keep diligently following their thinking.
We've made so many trusting friends. That's what billions poorly spent gets you!
Jon Rappaport is right when he says, "Hopelessness is an (psy) op. Don't fall for it (they EWANT us to give up. Never give up.)." Progress below.
