An arbitration panel just ordered Mike Lindell to pay out 5 million.
Orange Prolapse on the left : My Pussy Pillow on the right. |
Robert Zeidman, a software engineer from Nevada, participated in the "Prove Mike Wrong" challenge and was ultimately victorious.
I'm thinking about starting my own contest. But not about the big lie. Instead, I'm gonna call it "The Large Fry." It's easy. At any participating McDonald's, if you securely post an "Orange Prolapse 2024" election sign, I'll buy you a large fry.
A little faded... but you git the gist. |
I'll also send you a free Orange Prolapse 2024 campaign t-shirt.
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Mike Lindell
sonofsaf
Donald Trump I am not a fan
Coups are so wild, when they’re planned
Queer ass is very gay, faggot is what they say
Tossed salad’s here to stay Trump is a clown, clown, clown
My Pillow’s Mike Lindell
Oh, Mike Lindell
His summer’s eve he’s a douche bag instead of his wife
Forty-five is lying and keeps on causing so much strife
But Stormy desire, fidelity is not his concern
Jared Kushner’s a Jew, and Ivanka is too I’ve discerned
My Pillow’s Mike Lindell
Oh, Mike Lindell
Trump is an Orange Prolapse fart, shit stained permanently
I’d like to impart, how his dick lacks functionality
Still Trump fucks you, through and through he’ll deliver the hate
Fake news cash cow for America needs to be great
My Pillow’s Mike Lindell
I hate pillows, fuck you
We hate pillows, fuck you (oh, Mike Lindell)
You hate pillows can’t you see (My Pillow’s Mike Lindell)
Geeks hate pillows, fuck you
Freaks hate pillows, fuck you (oh, Mike Lindell)
Gays bite pillows, yes indeed
I hate pillows, fuck you
We hate pillows, fuck you
You hate pillows can’t you see (My Pillow’s Mike Lindell)
Geeks hate pillows, fuck you
Freaks hate pillows, fuck you
Gays bite pillows*, yes indeed (My Pillow’s Mike Lindell)
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Burn In Hell
Twisted Sister
Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in child, take my hand
Here there's no work or play, only one bill to pay
There's just five words to say as you go down, down, down
You're gonna burn in hell
Oh, burn in hell
You can't believe all the things I've done wrong in my life
Without even trying I've lived on the edge of a knife
Well, I've played with fire, but I don't want to get myself burned
To thine own self be true, so I think that it's time for a turn
Before I burn in hell
Oh, burn in hell
Take a good look in your heart, tell me what do you see
It's black and it's dark, now is that how you want it to be?
It's up to you, what you do will decide your own fate
Make your choice now for tomorrow may be far too late
And then you'll burn in hell
Hear no evil, don't you
See no evil, don't you (oh, burn in hell)
Lay no evil down on me (you're gonna burn in hell)
Speak no evil, don't you
Think no evil, don't you (oh, burn in hell)
Play with evil, 'cause I'm free
Hear no evil, don't you
See no evil, don't you
Lay no evil down on me (you're gonna burn in hell)
Speak no evil, don't you
Think no evil, don't you
Play with evil, 'cause I'm free (you're gonna burn in hell)
Twisted Sister played the Burgh 3 times back in the mid-80's. They're one of the few pop metal bands that has eluded me.
As a teenage rocker, I was watching this incredible Twisted Sister concert in the den. My mother came in and accused the lead singer of wearing a wig. "Oh for crying out loud. Rick, that's a wig!" Needless to say, I was incensed. Keep in mind that this is the same woman who told me that all the blood in pro-wrestling was actually ketchup. I'd fire back, "Then where are the discarded ketchup packets?"