I like to consider myself well informed when it comes to current events. To be honest, I can’t help it since my husband is a news junkie and has it on what seems like morning, noon and night. But I also scroll through multiple sources on my iPhone feed. This is not always a good thing… as evidenced by an article I read the other day which concerned a Tweet about the redacted affidavit by Donald Trump Jr.
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And if drawing my attention to Donald Sr.’s nether regions wasn’t awful enough… there was this:
I’ve read about a lot of ways to dodge taxes over the years and some of them are quite inventive…. but burying your ex out back? That is next level peculiar.
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Oh yes he did.
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To be honest I’m surprised he didn’t put her in the middle of a sand trap and charge extra to play through the hole.
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Hmm… maybe I should start a cemetery on our back 40. Momma Red could be the first body I plant.
I’ve never been a huge fan of piñatas. I mean really, if you give me a baseball bat and want me to hit something other than a ball? It better be something worthwhile… like a certain red squirrel who shall remain nameless.
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But hold the phone…. there’s a piñata filled with liquor?
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Nipyata! Count me in.
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Covid? Sure I’ll give that a whack.
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Clown? Definitely whacking that creepy SOB.
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No, I might have to pass on that one. The husband wouldn’t want me practicing that particular swing.
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Apologies to my Republican friends, but that’s just begging to be whacked. (And look, he’s on sale)
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