Odungo opens his mouth and more ____ runs out of it than a yard full of geese. He’s really sold on himself, isn’t he? Only Odungo and the brain damaged libtard zombies think he should stick around. Normal people want him as gone as gone can get, as quickly as possible. I never want to hear his name again, unless it’s an obituary or a wanted poster in a post office. He belongs burning in hell forever.
When we lived on a farm, the ducks and geese were just full
of it (with a “sh” in front of the “it”). One day, I had
slightly opened the sliding door. A duck waddled up and
through the door and into the living room - stopped midway -
dropped a “load” on the carpet - waddled back out very
importantly like a king.