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Oxy Ass Morons

People inside the 45 administration are actively trying to thwart his effect.  This isn't like when the girl on fries at Burger King is constantly running out of them and making us wait.  This is like the driver ordered for everyone, realized they made a bad decision and then blamed the whole car.

This country ordered the fries from Wendy's.  We have to eat them nasty shits.  The Blacks, the Latins and the LGBTQ niggas in the carpool didn't vote for that shit but we ended up here.  While we just ordered the tasty burgers and shake, America ordered the fries .  America should distribute accordingly and eat the fucking fries.

The America-mobile is out of the drive through and now the driver wants to act like what just happened was a mix-up with the orders.

Every time I see a 45 rally, I see a ton of happy ass white people enacting Orwell's 1984.  While I don't like or appreciate it.  This is a democracy.  I'm surrounded by dumb people and now dumb shit is happening.  That's the game, baby.

It's not like you didn't  know Wendy's had shit fries.  EVERYONE fucking said so.  Still, you wanted a side of KKK with a never frozen burger .  Now you have it.  Eat it; and I want to watch.

Hey, I wanted a quarter-pounder with cheese with jalapeno's and fried onions but I only had six dollars and that's not a thing so I was fucked from jumped.  You had a choice #doe, and now you got what you got.

I'm making the best out of my square ass burger that I didn't want but the onions are perfect.  I'm trying to live my best life.  Don't try to tell me that you didn't know we were at Wendy's when we got back at the office.  We have to eat now.  If you ordered shit. Then eat it.


We ended up at Wendy's and it's your fault.
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