First, he gave us the term China Virus. Now Trump is trying to sell us stock in the bankrupt Toys R Us franchise. But in the form of new company... "Spies R Us." Let it be known, Trump and President Xi are quietly working behind the scenes to undermine the Biden Administration.
The balloon's currently hovering over Charlotte with Raleigh in its projected flight path. Hmm, Charlotte was home to the 2020 RNC. We had intentions to attend. Well until Covid took over. Still, Mason and I are hitting up a Dead & Company show in Raleigh this summer. Coincidence? I think not. This god damn balloon is probably spying on me! Why? Because I'm the center of the universe. That's why.
Regardless, don't confuse this "Spies R Us" balloon shit with the Orange Prolapse's new line of golden dildo toys. Say what you will, but Trump just launched a spot-on marketing campaign entitled "Stick It Up Your Ass."
Balloon
sonofsaf
Balloon
China is setting the tone
Diplomacy falls apart
No doubt the seeds we have sown
Balloon
You know they spy on us galore
And they’ll keep doin’ it more and more
Espionage can be hardcore
Donald is not in love with President Xi
They’re ugly cunts from what I’m told
Kim Jong Un’s even hipper say can you see
And shooting down the balloon would be so bold
Balloon
Blinken is setting the tone
Diplomacy falls apart
No doubt the seeds we have sown
Donald is not in love with President Xi
They’re ugly cunts from what I’m told
Kim Jong Un’s even hipper say can you see
And shooting down the balloon would be so bold
Balloon
Blinken is setting the tone
Diplomacy falls apart
No doubt the seeds we have sown
Balloon
Blinken is setting the tone
Diplomacy falls apart
No doubt the seeds we have sown
Blue Moon
Frank Sinatra
Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked to the moon it turned to gold
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked the moon had turned to gold
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
My second parody of Sinatra's "Blue Moon." In what seems like a past life, I penned #126. John Thune. An endearing tribute to the stoic Senator from South Dakota. Hey, he's the Senate Minority Whip.