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Fort Fun Indiana's Tragic TDS Diary.
Day 2,190 of "We Got Trump Now"
It's hot, and my armpits are stinky.
My friends tell me I should take a bath, but I will not rest until I am safe from Trump and his Cult of Mean Tweeters!
I don't know how I can keep going on. But I keep going on.
There is some force that drives me, possibly fear, or maybe Satan.
The dark side promised me cookies, and all I got was Nancy Pelosi's Crumbs!
However, I press on! I must see the demise of America! America must fall so we can have our hairy man ass parties completely out in the open.
Lock up your daughters, lock up your sons when the glorious an perverse day comes, and we Groomercrats will rule the day!
A drag queen in every school! Yes! And the glorious sight of maxipads in men's bathrooms and no more mean tweets, or $1.85 a gallon gas!
The struggle is real!
My mouth is parched. It has been 2 hours since I had a soy latte or used the word "FABULOUS"!
But those are the sacrifices one has to make when you are battling a severe case of TDS.
I still believe in Russian Collusion though my faith in Santa Clause and Easter Bunny has long ago wained!
I suffer for my cause but only because my skinny jeans are way too tight, so you should suffer too.
No more mean tweets or bust!
Day 2,190 of "We Got Trump Now"
It's hot, and my armpits are stinky.
My friends tell me I should take a bath, but I will not rest until I am safe from Trump and his Cult of Mean Tweeters!
I don't know how I can keep going on. But I keep going on.
There is some force that drives me, possibly fear, or maybe Satan.
The dark side promised me cookies, and all I got was Nancy Pelosi's Crumbs!
However, I press on! I must see the demise of America! America must fall so we can have our hairy man ass parties completely out in the open.
Lock up your daughters, lock up your sons when the glorious an perverse day comes, and we Groomercrats will rule the day!
A drag queen in every school! Yes! And the glorious sight of maxipads in men's bathrooms and no more mean tweets, or $1.85 a gallon gas!
The struggle is real!
My mouth is parched. It has been 2 hours since I had a soy latte or used the word "FABULOUS"!
But those are the sacrifices one has to make when you are battling a severe case of TDS.
I still believe in Russian Collusion though my faith in Santa Clause and Easter Bunny has long ago wained!
I suffer for my cause but only because my skinny jeans are way too tight, so you should suffer too.
No more mean tweets or bust!
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