I wrote a lot of angry, insulting text last week. I don’t have the same inspiration this week, so here’s an offensive image. It’s theoretically a thousand words.
There, the essay’s done. Now, hot chicks.
I really, really don’t mind if this gal makes bad sandwiches.
This gal, on the other hand, could probably use one.
This one’s just showing off.
Triplets? Probably not, I know, but I can dream.
I’m really liking the look she’s giving me.
Oh sweet, I think that’s my brand of protein powder back there.
Where she goes, I follow. At a respectable distance.
I continue to have mixed feelings about not ever having dated in the age of the selfie.
Oh dear, I think she’s trapped. Wherever will we find a volunteer to get her out?
And finally, I’m pretty sure this lovely young lady lets me be skip the “racist” tag for this week, yay!
Now let’s get out there and show the world that Americans don’t need a government to be the best damn country on Earth.
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