Once upon a time, not so very long ago, the President wasn’t a complete buffoon with clown piss for blood. No, he was smart and charming and handsome and had the decency to at least pretend he was sad about all the corpses his policies created.
It was a wild run.
“…with clown piss for blood…”
It’s the little things that make me smile.
Happy Sunday!
Why is Bobby opening the van himself?
#humble
Back before Chimenti went silver.