Donald Trump blew a horse. Or it could have been Bill Clinton. And photos exist. We don’t know exact details.

Those words I just typed describe actual reality in this same universe where you live.

I will angle grind my own brain out of my skull if it means I can stop thinking about Donny Cankles horfing down WHICHEVER FUCKSTICK IT HAPPENS TO BE IT CAN BE CIGAR WILLY OR IT CAN BE A HORSE A FUCMIBG AITNSJAS IT DOESN’T MATTER WHICH ANYMORE MY FUCKING BRAIN IT’S IN MY BRAIN GET IT OUT OF MY GODDAMN FUCKING BRAIN FUCKING FUCK FUCK YOU FUCK ALL OF YOU FUCK THIS

Yeah I think I’ll remember.

No I’m good with permanent blocks.