Just this morning, jackalopelipsky was lamenting that a grown man didn’t have a Commisarka, like Pinky, to help him dress him. His pretend commisarka didn’t care that he was showing his underwear to seated breakfast tacos chowing in Texazistan. Pinkie would shovel whack them both! And!! make them mop up their bodily fluids, before getting to even think about their breakfast taco order. This is a sanitary breakfast taco establishment, for Fidel’s sake!!! Obviously, a Pinkie Social Worker home visit is required in this disjunctional (sic) living arrangement.
Being “cured” carries a lot of responsibility, comrades.
Statistics: Posted by jackalopelipsky — 2/22/2024, 1:27 pm
