Wolfensteining the Ambassador
Yes Mister President, you may be right when it is Thursday despite it is the day that some masculine feternities are fluctuated in order to fit the R squared diagrams. However, Mister President, today is not that day but tomorrow after yesterday; so that it should be the day that you worked so hard that no testicles were burned and some prehistoric entities were smashed down like autistic policy makers. Sleep Mister President, or should I say “brehopstoning”? You choose or lick my niggers.
