Saturday, February 29, 2020

Ticklefight Holocaust!


At the beanfield, the situation was going on, as mentioned earlier, and yet, other matters were afoot.

All tied up by the Nazi's, the handpuppet Hitler was telling Riggs, "I am going to hit you wis zis pencil."

"It's goan hurt, bro."


Socialism was washing over the land like a plague, as it were, anno domini 2020.  There was a certain air of menace about the land.  Uncertainty.  F.U.D.  Kareem Abdul Jabar was in his Krishna outfit again, walking around in the city yelling "Bring Out Your Dead!"; Flagg, the walking dude, would get at him in due time.


During the tribulation there would come three witness: is this Jesus, Peter, and John?  Elijah, Moses, and Abraham?  Kim, Kourtney and Kloey?  Is the 12 headed beast the Dem primary?

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