Birth Of A Trump Voter
So Bitter Barry was on a tear today. Was a miracle he didn't drop a pallet way he was slinging that forklift around.
No one came within ten feet of his snarling face. I don't know what opportunity in life he missed out on. I think he dreamed of being an architect.
"If you're my idea of a dream girl then I must really be nothing." That's what he said to his last companion - ten years ago.
At the end of the day he wordlessly handed me this. I'm keeping it for posterity.
So Bitter Barry was on a tear today. Was a miracle he didn't drop a pallet way he was slinging that forklift around.
No one came within ten feet of his snarling face. I don't know what opportunity in life he missed out on. I think he dreamed of being an architect.
"If you're my idea of a dream girl then I must really be nothing." That's what he said to his last companion - ten years ago.
At the end of the day he wordlessly handed me this. I'm keeping it for posterity.
He did have one number match! I was dying to go full Ace Ventura on him yelling "Loooo-ser!" over and over.
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