At work, having a little lunch now.

The money in those Patriot checks doesn't grow on trees...someone has to go to work for that schit.

Watching Spoony and Evo drop another IQ point or eleven over the last few pages has been entertaining. You'd think with the theory of diminishing returns it would get harder and harder to sound stupider and stupider...but fuckodeer, they are buckin' the odds.

Evo, get your fat ass off your mom's couch and head out there and fight like a man, you fuckin pussy.

Wrap your fat ass in red, white, and blue Trump mumu, and storm the post office on South Hill.

Tell everyone about your $19k, rib roast...two rib roasts!... and 60 pound pack...I am sure they will give you your hero space to work your patriot magic...maybe you can do a couple of donuts in the parking lot in your Caddy first, to really make a good first impression.

Ferfuckksake, though, don't mention the Argentine shrimp...the other patriots might mistake you for a Mexican and call you mean names!

Just don't be like the other fat ass Gravy Seals from Meal Team Six that died of coronaries waddling around the Capitol Mall yesterday afternoon, probably due to heart palpitations after hearing Mango Mussolini tell them all about the election fraud.

Pace yourself...let your grand figure and demeanor do the work for you, no need to exert yourself physically.

Once everyone is on their knees looking up at you adoringly, like Pence looks at Trump...well, then it's time to launch into some oratory!

Maybe you can just print out some of your "stable genius-ity" from this thread and read it aloud?

Evo for President 2024!

Don't let 'em steal it, this time. You'll win it.

Legitly.

Fish on...

Todd