I think a member of the press should ask Secretary of State Marco Rubio the following question verbatim.
"Sir, in the past, you've demonstrated a significant degree of concern regarding Donald Trump's small hands. Do you have any concerns about the current #BruiseGate controversy?"
"And a quick follow-up. What are your thoughts about the President trying to profit off the sale of rudimentarily deceptive hand cream?
(mark: 11:10)
Bruised Hands
sonofsaf
Orange Prolapse meat in D.C.
Orange goon from the far right
Has the biggest job to blow
‘Cause he ain’t sucking on Bud Light
A golden toilet for his shitty stools
With a Cabinet of fools
Donald’s bruised hands
He’s the Orange Prolapsing clown
Homan (Homan)
Big Mac ain’t a Quarter Pound
Hell, Ivanka Kushner’s a Jew
She’s always spreading the big lie
Trump’s deranged, faking the news will fuck ya
A crime you can’t deny
If Stormy Daniels was a licker
Open wide ‘cause it gets sicker
Donald’s bruised hands
He’s the Orange Prolapsing clown
Homan (Homan)
Big Mac ain’t a Quarter Pound
Donald’s bruised hands
He’s the Orange Prolapsing clown
Homan (Homan)
Big Mac ain’t a Quarter Pound
If Stormy Daniels was a licker
Open wide ‘cause it gets sicker
Donald’s bruised hands
Bruised hands (Bruised hands)
Dead moon from the south
Bruised hands (Bruised hands)
A Big Mac ain’t a Quarter Pound
Donald Trump’s bruised hands
Bruised hands
B-b-b-b-b-bruised hands (Bruised hands)
Bruised hands, uh-oh
MAGA, MAGA
Bruised
Badlands
Bulletboys
The neon streets are empty
And moon's my only light
Running in from the shadows
But there's no running from the fight
We'll find no pity for you city fools
Where the shotgun makes the rules
In the Badlands
There's a bad moon shining down
Badlands (Badlands)
Honey, we don't fool around
Well, your mama can't protect you
And you're the apple of her eye
When the strange, hanging blues come to ya
It's time to do or die
It doesn't matter which is quicker
Cyanide or sweet, sweet liquor
In the Badlands
There's a bad moon shining down
Badlands (Badlands)
Ooh, honey, we don't fool around
I'm in the Badlands (Badlands)
I don't know who I am
Badlands (Badlands)
You're really finding all you can
It doesn't matter which is quicker
Cyanide or sweet, sweet liquor
In the Badlands
In the Badlands (Badlands)
Dead moon from the south
Badlands (Badlands)
Ooh, honey, we don't fuck around
I'm in the Badlands (Badlands)
Badlands (Badlands)
B-b-b-b-b-badlands (Badlands)
Badlands, ooh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bad
Not for nothing, but that dildo-inspired jock strap seems unusually small and ill-placed. Just not a good look. Whether it be 1989... or 2026.
From 1989 to 2015, Bulletboys fired up the Burgh a grand total of 7 times. Stupid band name. Half their fans refer to them as "The Bulletboys." Back in the day, I scalped the hell out of one of their concerts. Bogart's circa 1989.
Never seen The Bulletboys.
