Peter Thiel is a tech entrepreneur worth over 7 billion. He was the founder of Paypal and one of the original investors in facebook. Having made generous campaign contributions to the Orange Prolapse, he's a big fan of the extreme right. So naturally, he pumped 20 million dollars of dark money into the Republican Senate campaigns of two political newcomers. J.D. Vance in Ohio and Blake Masters in Arizona.
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| Masters may look innocent and clean cut... but he has a secret. |
When the truth finally cums out, Thiel will be in for a rude awakening. Particularly with the Blake Masters. You see, I've uncovered "musical evidence" that Masters has a fetish for bodily fluids. Similar to Trump and the infamous pee tape. But vastly more credible.
As you'll soon discover, with Masters, the proof is in the pudding. Er uh, urine.
Judge for yourself.
Squirtin’ on Blake Masters
sonofsaf
She’s ready to blow her load
She’s squirtin’ on Blake Masters
His kids are putrid wife’s a whore
His campaign’s a disaster
He isn’t funny, he is a dope
A Peter Thiel construction
Well how much news can we fake,
With Orange Prolapse instruction
She’s squirtin’ on Blake Masters,
She’s a squirt machine
Big donation has arrived,
Just like runnin’ for free
Looks like an elf on a shelf a Jesus fuckin’ freak, yeah
Trump has committed no crimes
Why can’t you let him be
She’s ready to blow her fuckin’ load
It comes from bein’ a Trumpy toad
Plead the fifth ain’t got nothin’ to say
Proud Boys are pretty much the same way
Trump won the election no doubt, maybe
Feeding all the pain with money
Like an Orange Prolapse clown
The toys that I have been stickin’ it up, the asshole of a clown
I think that my wife is a whore, the campaign’s a disaster,
But hey she gives some great head,
His small dick evokes laughter
She’s squirtin’ on Blake Masters, she’s a squirt machine
Big donation has arrived, just like runnin’ for free
Looks like an elf on a shelf a Jesus fuckin’ freak, yeah
Trump has committed no crimes, why can’t you let him be
Yeah, she’s ready to blow her fuckin’ load
It comes from bein’ a Trumpy toad
Oh he’s got nothin’ to say
She’s squirtin’ on Blake Masters every way
And hey fuck you, maybe, ha ha ha
She’s squirtin’ on Blake Masters,
She’s a squirt machine
Big donation has arrived,
Just like runnin’ for free
Looks like an elf on a shelf a Jesus fuckin’ freak, yeah
Trump has committed no crimes, why can’t you let him be
Yeah, she’s ready to blow her fuckin’ load
It comes from bein’ a Trumpy toad
Oh yeah he’s got nothin’ to say, ba ba ba yeah
Squirtin’ on Blake Masters every way
Flirtin’ with Disaster
Molly Hatchet
I'm travelin' down the road
I'm flirtin' with disaster
I've got the pedal to the floor,
My life is running faster
I'm out of money, I'm out of hope,
It looks like self destruction
Well how much more can we take,
With all of this corruption
We're flirtin' with disaster,
Ya'll know what I mean
And the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me
I don't know about yourself or what you want to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny
I'm travelin' down that lonesome road
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load
Yeah I've tried to turn my head away,
Feels about the same most every day
You know what I'm talking about, baby
Speeding down the fast lane, honey
Playin' from town to town
The boys and I have been burnin' it up, can't seem to slow it down
I've got the pedal to the floor, our lives are runnin' faster,
Got our sights set straight ahead,
But ain't sure what we're after
Flirtin' with disaster, ya'll know what I mean
You know the way we run our lives it makes no sense to me
I don't know about yourself or what you plan to be, yea
When we gamble with our time, we choose our destiny
Yeah, I'm travelin' down that lonesome road
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load
Don't tried to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day
And you are too, baby, ha ha ha
Flirtin' with disaster baby,
Ya'll know what I mean
You know the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me
I don't know about yourself or what you plan to be
When we gamble with our time, we choose our destiny
Yeah, we're traveling down this lonesome road
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load
Don't try and turn my head away, ba ba ba yeah
Flirtin' with disaster every day
Molly Hatchet has played the Burgh nine times. I imagine there have been other shows along the periphery. For example, more rural territories like Oniontown, Fayette Nam, We'll Kill Yinz Burg, etc.
Never seen him/them/whatever. However, "Flirtin' With Disaster" is easily one of my favorite country rock anthems. Great way to get the crowd revved up. Ye... haw.
Please do not share this material with Blake Masters, J.D. Vance, and/or Peter Thiel.
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