I'll field that.
When I read
The Art of the Deal. You might say that I clepped "Trump University" by reading that putrescent publication - that dick-breathed dissertation - that volume of vomitus.
I felt as if I had given myself a well-deserved drubbing, but only well-deserved for my having given it to myself: a snake eating its tail, at the end of which sat a fat, smiling snake-oil salesman.
And I would STILL prefer that **** to cameluh.
When you complain, ur friends roll their eyes and ur enemies rejoice
"Because I SAY I am" is a todler's tantrum, not "science"
You cannot betray me - only yourself, to me.
Who cuts off your dick is not a friend
An opinion you won't defend is not your own
Humanity's Law of the Jungle: Survival NOT of the fittest, but of the tribe
When peeing in the pool, stand on the edge
If gender is not sex, why should a gender claim change what sex you shower with?