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Journal by The Mighty Buzzard

Party 1: Yay, impeachment!
Party 2: Boo, impeachment!
Me: Mmmm, peach cobbler...

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  • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 21 2019, @02:08AM (3 children)

    by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 21 2019, @02:08AM (#934884)

    No, "the world" doesn't get to vote in our elections. But they will form an opinion about us and act accordingly. Do you really care so little about how our national reputation is being dragged through the mud?

  • (Score: 2) by The Mighty Buzzard on Saturday December 21 2019, @04:00AM (2 children)

    by The Mighty Buzzard (18) Subscriber Badge <themightybuzzard@proton.me> on Saturday December 21 2019, @04:00AM (#934914) Homepage Journal

    No, I care even less. Being liked means nothing whatsoever to me.

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    My rights don't end where your fear begins.
    • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 21 2019, @04:25AM (1 child)

      by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 21 2019, @04:25AM (#934919)

      B-b-b-but you were telling me the other day that you have several adoring women that you can call on at a moment's notice for a booty call! Or do you regularly have sex with women you don't like? Or are all your booty calls strictly pay to play? Enquiring minds want to know.

      • (Score: 2, Funny) by Azuma Hazuki on Saturday December 21 2019, @06:54PM

        by Azuma Hazuki (5086) on Saturday December 21 2019, @06:54PM (#935024) Journal

        Let's be real here; this guy's hand gets six separate headaches--one in the palm, one in each finger--out of sheer self-defense whenever he thinks of whacking off. If he were to make like that guy in Japan who wanted to marry his PSP or something, the console would spontaneously wipe itself, right down to blowing every last fuse in its own EEPROM. We never hear about his parents because they went back in time and retroactively aborted *themselves* rather than live with the shame of having produced, well, *that.*

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        I am "that girl" your mother warned you about...