“I got my pastry and my gluten-free, fair trade, fuck-you-pay-me-five-bucks coffee from the butch lesbian in a lumberjack’s plaid shirt that failed to contain her moobs and, not wanting to watch the gathered moonbats grind through their New York Times for a tasty morsel of Trump hate, I hit the bricks and headed toward the edge of town and a view of the ocean. I rounded the corner and this Moonbat mobile brought me to a halt.”
http://americandigest.org/wp/on-this-moobat-mobile-the-left-turn-signal-never-stops-blinking/#more-6779
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