This is a sad excuse for “journalism”.
James Searer

I know you are but what am I.

Besides, they’re not hot pockets, James, they’re Pop Tarts.

MOM, bring me down some more Pop Tarts!

Bitch, she’s so fucking slow with with food orders.

Okay, well, gotta run, James, more kid porn just downloaded onto my laptop.

Thanks for stopping by. Send money next time.


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