Don’t worry, “Doctor” ... I absolutely will be voting.
I was disappointed that she didn’t hand out valentines to all the illegal aliens in the peanut gallery.
Vote now, quick, before he dies.
Jill went up the hill and met a john and left Joe standing with an empty bucket in his hand.
Playing pretend. She must have Alzheimer’s and is 5 years again
Should say:
VOTARY....................
I thought they were prison stripes at first
I thought How appropriate
It was hideous though
Reminded me of AOCs idiot dress and big butt
What a clown show
I have a Q
Joe accused President Trump of being immoral
Wasn’t it Joe who used to swim naked in front of the female secret service ???
They had that rally on NewsMax. It was bizarre, the crowd chants were orchestrated and oddly in sync
What lies did Trump tell? Name them. (They can’t)
If Joe told the truth, then the truth is a bunch of gobbledy-gook nonsense words.
In this case “vote” really means, “If you don’t vote, we will vote for you”. When people really vote for themselves, the Rats have a problem.
She has piss poor taste in clothes just like she does for men.
I don’t know I think Dr. Jill looks pretty hot and Joe looks like he’s doing mental acuity tests by trying to remember this:
Jabberwocky
BY LEWIS CARROLL
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Tacky.
Jo is wondering why she is wearing that dress.