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That logo is brilliant.
That…is a non-answer. What the hell. That doesn’t even make any sense. “Should I be concerned that my husband is having sex with his golf clubs?” “Well, that depends. How would you feel if your husband was inserting Uno cards into his anus?”
Seriously. What the fuck.
……………. WHAT?!
Is this for real or fake? I can’t tell and that terrifies me.
Shitting at the computer? I totally have to try that now! Thanks, Mr. Republican Advice Man!
I guess it truly does take all kinds of people to make the world go around, but unfortunately, there are people who take his so-called advice seriously. That’s the part that scares me.
Okay, the first one I could believe was real. But the second one is too ridiculous.
So our penises are like antennas with a direct line to God, Republican man. Good God Almighty, now I know why last weekend at the pub…nevermind.
WTF?