These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
I remember telling my (trump supporter) father the night before the election in 2016 something along the lines of: “You don’t think this clown actually has a chance, do you?”
You said nothing this year, right? RIGHT!?
😂😋😉😳
I haven’t spoken to him since late 2021, so we’re safe in that regard.