Let us praise National Rifle Association CEO Wayne LaPierre.
Trump gives LaPierre a double Ayyy! |
In a manner similar to the inbred MAGA worship of the Orange Prolapse.
You know, for all LaPierre does to ensure the inevitable annihilation of innocent children. And for all he does to insure against corporate liability in the realm of civilian WMD.
Now THAT... is worthy of an extremely rare Gold Lot 1 Acrid Turd Stadium, parking garage restroom "Urinal Nut Dump."
Perspective is critical. |
Not to be confused with this one...
This meme should be entitled, "The Leaning Tower of Shitsburgh."
LaPierre Pride
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Well, Donald J. Trump’s frightening MAGA’s right you can’t deny
Well, Donald J. Trump’s frightening MAGA’s right you can’t deny
Well Orange Prolapse is a baby ain’t no way to pacify
Well, that Donald Trump is so gay they call him gay forty five
Well, that Donald Trump is so gay they call him gay forty five
Well Orange Prolapse is a baby who’s got the small hand jive
Well, Wayne threw up in Trump’s asshole more fake news of his mushroom bone
Well, Wayne threw up in Trump’s asshole more fake news of his mushroom bone
Orange carrot’s a little bent stick it inside Kristi Noem
Just don’t bite
Delaware Slide
George Thorogood & The Destroyers
Well, I rode a streak of lightening on the night you said goodbye
Well, I rode a streak of lightening on the night you said goodbye
Well If I never make it baby you can't say I didn't try
Well I ‘m gonna hit that highway they call highway 95
Well I’m gonna hit that highway they call highway 95
When I cruise back to you baby I’ll make your heart come alive
Well I grew up with rock and roll but these blues wouldn't leave me alone
Well I grew up with rock and roll but these blues wouldn't leave me alone
I didn't know what they meant 'til I ramble far from home
Well alright
George Thorobad, who has never been thoroughly good, has played the Burgh an surprising 18 times.
George Thorogood:
I knew this early 90's shrimpy meathead who shall remain nameless. Every time he played pool at Crummy's (Quark's father's bar in South Wheeling), he felt it necessary to spew vomit from the jukebox.
Over and over.
Yep, as you may have surmised, he was bad to the bone.
Just goes to show... you can't trust the system.