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Chickens in the steam
That is what we were
How could we be wrong?
Drive up now with me to de jure world
And we’ll rely on each other, ah hah
From one counsel to a client, ah hah
Also, sneaker ideas.
What’s fascinating is that at the end of this clip he observes: “I don’t think there’s any way to get away from these facts.” In reference to the FACT of his own bigotry.
Does he possess these private airplane fears? Then he is morally obligated to fight his wretched musings every moment of every day with actual facts and the burning noble light of truth.
Dear boyfriend: please don’t call a spade a fact.
Uncle Two Buck Chuck
Hurrah for the sparkly, sparkly banana vest?
A chicken in every pot and a mustache in every garage!