Are gratest prezadent is not gonna give federo money to Mane and Calafornya becuze thay want to let boys play girls sports. God bless Prezadent Trump.
Francis Political February 21, 2025 at 4:17 pm12
Idiot! There are 10 trans folks playing sports in the entire US. That is a miniscule 0.000002906977% of all participants. Know what makes you? A petty little culture warrior and a xenophobic pile of shit. anonymous 17 hours ago
The whispered reason behind the firing of the generals is that the dopes might have said that they were bound by the cornstitutiion to not fire on americans or invade any state...silly guys lose their pensions...many who will giddily order the fire and march are waiting to take the sword. Thar she blows. goofuss 17 hours ago
^what a retard. Even the UN study even said that 900 men won in women's competitions last year. anonymous 17 hours ago
THE D U K E WILL CLOSE THE U.N., soon anonymous 17 hours ago
^ Fucking oligarch anus licking slave and court jester. anonymous 17 hours ago
It's schizophrenic "obay the Duke" Francis (and author of this absurd post), aka Frank, aka Chaz, aka Darnell, aka dozens more. He needs to be taken to a veterenarian and put down. This platform and society would benefit immeasurably.
Now watch, the pathetic boy/man will now post yet another of his Chaz (one of the many voices in his head) likes to suck Darnell's cock, homophobic, closet gay nonsensical rants. anonymous 16 hours ago
**Ode to the Scalded Hand**
Oh heed, dear chef, this gentle plea,
A cautionary tale from me to thee.
In kitchens bright with pots and pans,
Lurks danger unseen, slipping through hands.
The stove may gleam with a tempting glow,
But touch not those handles, oh take it slow!
For metal may shine like a luring star,
Yet it's a siren's call, beware the scar.
The lasagna’s bubbling, the soup simmers low,
But in your haste, remember the foe—
That hot pan waits with a fiery grin,
A blistering embrace where burns begin.
With mitts that muse and spoons that tease,
Do mingle with caution, take care with ease.
For every dish served with passion and flair,
Can come at a cost, a price you can't bear.
So when you're entranced by a savory dish,
And reaching for handles, stop—pause, and wish!
Think of the burns, the blisters, the cries,
The kitchen is fun, but it’s not worth the fries.
Let patience be patient, and keep both hands clear,
For hot pans will teach you, they're crafty, I fear!
So next time you cook, let this wisdom resound:
Hot pans are not friends; they’ll only confound.
In the symphony of cooking, use caution, my friend,
For safety and warmth are the sweetest pot's blend.
So step back with grace, let the hot pans be still,
And savor your feast—once you’ve mastered the skill! anonymous 16 hours ago
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE, REALLY? Thanks.. WE HAVE NO DUKES IN THIS LAND anonymous 16 hours ago
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Now watch, the pathetic boy/man will now post yet another of his Chaz (one of the many voices in his head) likes to suck Darnell's cock, homophobic, closet gay nonsensical rants.
anonymous 16 hours ago
Oh heed, dear chef, this gentle plea,
A cautionary tale from me to thee.
In kitchens bright with pots and pans,
Lurks danger unseen, slipping through hands.
The stove may gleam with a tempting glow,
But touch not those handles, oh take it slow!
For metal may shine like a luring star,
Yet it's a siren's call, beware the scar.
The lasagna’s bubbling, the soup simmers low,
But in your haste, remember the foe—
That hot pan waits with a fiery grin,
A blistering embrace where burns begin.
With mitts that muse and spoons that tease,
Do mingle with caution, take care with ease.
For every dish served with passion and flair,
Can come at a cost, a price you can't bear.
So when you're entranced by a savory dish,
And reaching for handles, stop—pause, and wish!
Think of the burns, the blisters, the cries,
The kitchen is fun, but it’s not worth the fries.
Let patience be patient, and keep both hands clear,
For hot pans will teach you, they're crafty, I fear!
So next time you cook, let this wisdom resound:
Hot pans are not friends; they’ll only confound.
In the symphony of cooking, use caution, my friend,
For safety and warmth are the sweetest pot's blend.
So step back with grace, let the hot pans be still,
And savor your feast—once you’ve mastered the skill!
anonymous 16 hours ago
anonymous 16 hours ago