"De noun sing, de noun sing!"
“But first you need the audience...”
Why didn’t anyone say so?
Slimjohn, meet everyone.
Everyone, meet slimjohn.
Slimjohn seems to feel new feelings, strange thoughts, undescribable urges.
He must communicate them, but how?
This calls for, a denunciation!
Yes!
Now you can hold a public denunciation of your own!
All you need is: Snappy bald head, funny pointy goatee, soapbox, strange economic theories that involve taking money from someone who earned it and giving it to people who can’t be bothered while keeping your own money from being similarly distributed!
Yes!
[Results not guaranteed, mileage may vary, side effect not limited to but may include: Being poisoned by Lavrenti Beria, Stalin, or vanishing into salt mines for no apparent reason!]
Hi slimjohn! I’m RKBA Democrat an I’m a male lesbian.
Are you a male lesbian? I think you’re a male lesbian too. Us male lesbians can sense that.
Would you like to talk? You know, mandyke to mandyke?
I’ve got this embarassing personal problem. It burns when I pee. Not my tallywacker, silly. I mean the toilet. It spontaneously combusts when I pee into it. Is that normal? The insurance company doesn’t believe me that the house burned down that way.
Do you like pancakes? Bunnies? Would you like to see a bunny with a pancake on its head? I’d sure like that.
Do you like kim kardashian? Do you think she’s still a virgin?
Not quite up to Facebood standards, but definitely a keeper. Thanks!
oh HELL no.
"De noun sing, de noun sing!"
ya know, stooopid sh!t like this is usually accompanied by Kitties and Lightning...I denounce Darksheare for prompting excessive laughter at my residence!
(I DO feel better!)
If you have a deouncement lasting more than 4 hours call a hooker.