Sometimes I use the garden to escape from all the "greatness" the loony toon buffoon has bestowed upon us. One can only stomach so much of that "greatness".
Our dearly beloved leader flails like a decapitated chicken, and greatness splatters everything.
Ahhh! Greatness! So great.
Our dearly beloved leader flails like a decapitated chicken, and greatness splatters everything.
Ahhh! Greatness! So great.
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