eye row knee

i know, i know…

…i keep saying this is the last one.

but the way i see it, this train of easy layup bits, in theory, pulls free from the station soon, so i might as well work it while i can, right?

so here’s a fun definition of irony:

when you fuck up and wear your work badge to storm the capital to prevent the rightful presidential winner from being certified as the president and now have to hope he extends the unemployment benefits you need thanks to wearing said badge to said event and it costing you your fucking job!

as i’ve said more times than i can count, i literally couldn’t write comedy funnier than some of the sad reality of the people that worship at the feet of this golden orangutan who, just to be clear, doesn’t give two shits and a fuck about them or you…