I woke up to the tv noise of words and I looked but I was alone. And the ghost of 
The early morning was upon us. The time was 1:22 and the curtains moved and the ghost spoke yeah who goes there this my house and y'all just renting and it lifts the bed off the floor. Then I fly unto the floor an cry and get up and run. The ghost want to beat the room. Well I say a hotel is in order.
Booboo come back yes I must haunt you

Usually the nonsense liberals spout is kind of cute, but in wartime their instinctive idiocy is life-threatening.

Written By Heta Vaghasia

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