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None Will Come Clean: double dactyl
Higgledy-piggledy, President Blunderbuss spoke through the microphone into the night, his senseless sentences building a fantasy woven from bullshit and wrapped nice and tight. Higgledy-piggledy, our fawning senators there in the gallery gave their applause, praising his policy without much … Continue reading
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