“a tall, high-boned man came into the room. He was dressed, or rather undressed, in an old brown coat, red waistcoat, old corduroy small-clothes much soiled, woollen hose, and slippers without heels. I thought him a servant,” said the ambassador, “when General Varnum surprised me by announcing that it was the president.” Ah, this reminds me of a funny joke about the Soviets by President Reagan. You mean President Fuckface von Clownstick, the pussy-grabbing, tiny-fingered, small-pickled, Cheeto-faced, ferret-wearing shitgibbon, who currently occupies the Oval Office much like an aggressive glioma occupying the nation’s collective frontal lobes? Well, I might lose some followers on Quora, although I suspect not too many. It’s conceivable I might get a nasty comment, or even an angry personal message. Someone might even pray for me.
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