Dear Anons,
You leave my boy Jim alone!!!
Fuck all y'all.
Regards,
Jim Acosta's Mom
Dear Anons,
None of you could hold a birthday candle to my boy Jimmy.
He works hours each morning in front of the mirror perfecting his pompadour, and using his eyebrow pencil like I taught him.
He is a serious journalist!!
Regards,
Jim Acosta's Mom
You’re awake by the way. You’re not having a terrible, terrible dream.
Also you’re not dead and you haven’t gone to hell.
This is your life now. This is our election now. This is us. This is our country.
Q's real.
Tyler Durden meets Ambulance Chaser