A couple days ago, the Orange Prolapse announced that if you're caught vandalizing a Tesla dealership, you'll be charged with an act of domestic terrorism.
But what if you spit on a Tesla? What if you puke on a Tesla? What if you piss on a Tesla? What if you shit on a Tesla? Questions abound.
What if you turn an Elon Musk Trump Dump into a Cybertruck hood ornament?
What if you use a label maker to form a declarative statement utilizing the famous "T" logo?
rump is an Orange Prolapse.
I'd also ask Trump the following unrelated question: "Mr. President, when you took office, you immediately pardoned roughly 1,500 protesters who stormed the Capitol on January 6. If all of the J-6 hostages were treated so horribly and wrongfully imprisoned, as you've repeatedly claimed, do you think they should be financially compensated by the United States federal government? How much money should each person receive?"
Elon’s Cybertruck
sonofsaf
Elon’s Cybertruck, Elon’s dirty deeds
Cooking up McDonald’s, Big Mac gonna feed
Stormy was a whore and, her tits were show’n tell
Trump U. alma mater, he still can’t even spell
Euro-slut a whore wife trash wife obsession
Euro-slut a whore wife trash wife obsession
Elon’s toilet seat, Donald’s Orange Prolapse
Elon isn’t funny, gay dumb ass
Elon Musk’s a whore, with tiny mushroom meat
Elon’s Cybertruck, Stormy whore’s in heat
Euro-slut a whore wife trash wife obsession
Elon’s Cybertruck, shit is more felonious
Elon’s cybertruck, Stormy has the biggest chest
Hating D.C. and the zaniness
Elon’s Cybertruck
Bullshit’s gonna stink, and her fake tits are inbred
Slander and the libel, MAGA’s in your bed
Donald Trump’s a mother fucking, another piece of meat
Elon’s Cybertruck, the curtains of meat
Euro-slut a whore wife trash wife obsession
Euro-slut a whore wife trash wife obsession
Elon’s Cybertruck, shit will never be the best
Elon’s Cybertruck, Stormy has the biggest chest
D.C. and the zaniness
Elon’s Cybertruck
Running Out Of Luck
Mick Jagger
Running out of luck, running out of speed
looking for some loving, yes I got the need
Must have spent a fortune, but did I spend it well
If I wanted water, I got it from the well
Throwing out a whole life's low life's possessions
Throwing out a whole life's low life's possessions
Running out of heat, running out of gas
Running out of money, way too fast
Running out of liquor, there's nothing left to eat
Running out of luck, hungry for the meat
Running out of whole life's low life's possessions
Running out of luck, living with the loneliness
Running out of luck, heavy on the holiness
Take it easy with the emptiness
Running out of luck
Push it to the brink, you can take it to the edge
Fighting for survival, clinging to the ledge
You can strip me back to nothing, you never get me beat
Running out of luck, just running off heat
Running out of whole life's low life's possessions
Running out of whole life's low life's possessions
Running out of luck, living with the loneliness
Running out of luck, heavy on the holiness
Easy with the emptiness
Running out of luck
I've never been the recipient of a Mick Jagger solo show. But I have been given shelter by the Stones on a few occasions.
From 1964 to the present, the Stones have played the Burgh a grand total of 11 times.
Rolling Stones:
9-29-94, Three Rivers Stadium, Pittsburgh, PA
9-28-05, PNC Park, Pittsburgh, PA
6-20-15, Heinz Field, Pittsburgh, PA
7-4-15, Indianapolis Motor Speedway, Indianapolis, IN
10-4-21, Heinz Field, Pittsburgh, PA
5-7-24, State Farm Stadium, Glendale, AZ