"These Haitians are wild. Eating pets, vudu, nastiest country in
the western hemisphere, cults, slapstick gangsters. But damned if they
don’t feel all sophisticated now, filing charges against our President
and VP. All these thugs better get their mind right and their asses out of our country before January 20th." ---- Clay Higgins (R-LA)
A bald Clay Higgins shakes the hand of a wigged Orange Prolapse. |
That post was quickly, and courageously might I add... deleted. It would appear that Clay is a "chip off the 'ol block." Or in this case, a chunk of Trump's exposed, bulging colon.
Higgins is now officially in the running for the seasonal Trumpin' 'n Dumpin' Award. Halloween edition!
Higgins
sonofsaf
Donald Trump’s a piece of shit
And probably gay
Donald’s hair smells like burnt dick
But Trump we defend
He lied ‘cause he’s always lyin’
His ass will open wide
The chest of Stormy in pornos
Ivanka’s a cunt Candid Camera Allen Funt
The big lie, the big lie
Louisiana’s Clay Higgins
Ivanka’s a cunt Candid Camera Allen Funt
The big lie, the big lie
Louisiana’s Clay Higgins, Clay Higgins
Donald’s tiny mushroom dick
Never will BeBest
Forty-five’s makin’ me sick
So much gay incest
He lied ‘cause he’s always lyin’
His ass will open wide
The chest of Stormy in pornos
Ivanka’s a cunt Candid Camera Allen Funt
The big lie, the big lie
Louisiana’s Clay Higgins
Ivanka’s a cunt Candid Camera Allen Funt
The big lie, the big lie
Louisiana’s Clay Higgins, Clay Higgins
Ivanka’s a cunt, Ivanka’s a cunt
Ivanka’s a cunt, Ivanka’s a cunt
Ivanka’s a cunt, Ivanka’s a cunt
Ivanka’s a cunt Candid Camera Allen Funt
The big lie, the big lie
Louisiana’s Clay Higgins
Ivanka’s a cunt Candid Camera Allen Funt
The big lie, the big lie
Louisiana’s Clay Higgins, Clay Higgins
Big Guns
Ruelle
Hit me like a ton of bricks
Like a crashing wave
Everywhere I turn there's tricks
Up your sleeve again
Can't hide in the den of lions
Can't move with your feet tied
No rest when you sleep in shadows
There's nowhere to run when all is coming undone
You can try, you can try
But you can't hide from the big guns
There's nowhere to run when all is coming undone
You can try, you can try
But you can't hide from the big guns, the big guns
Every little move is fixed
Like a game of chess
The blood on your hands is thick
And you're placing bets
Can't hide in the den of lions
You can't move with your feet tied
No rest when you sleep in shadows
There's nowhere to run when all is coming undone
You can try, you can try
But you can't hide from the big guns
There's nowhere to run when all is coming undone
You can try, you can try
But you can't hide from the big guns, the big guns
There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to run when all is coming undone
You can try, you can try
But you can't hide from the big guns
There's nowhere to run when all is coming undone
You can try, you can try
But you can't hide from the big guns, the big guns
To the best of my knowledge, Ruelle has never played the Burgh.