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An observation, from me own eyes and time spent nestled deep in the booby-trapped dating trenches:

Girls drop out of the nightclub scene around age 25.

Some sooner, some later, but the curtain call age for girls seeking men in da club is on average about 25yo.

Clubbing is a young woman’s game. It takes spunk, junk, (maybe crunk), and….most importantly….the youthfully hottie good looks to inspire a same night spelunk.

I feel I was born with a talent for getting inside women’s heads and knowing how they tick, so this is what I’d guess goes on in the concentric mini-brain of the girly rationalization hamster that spins the wheel fueling the superfluous careercunt maxi-brain which envelops it:

The girl who hits 25 — and recall the CH axiom that peak female beauty and therefore fuckability and muse-ability is between the ages 15 and 25, give or take a few outliers — subconsciously knows her salad days are behind her. She may still be a looker, but the competition is wicked and slicked, and if the coolestasfuckness men are the point of her losing her hearing and sleep shouting in nightclubs until 2AM, then she’ll be passed over for the ripest peaches.

So there’s that subconscious signal flare warning her of rocky outcroppings ahead, but more pertinently there’s that instant feedback she gets when the male gaze doesn’t alight as firmly forcefully obsessively and a little psychopathically on her fruit stand like it did when she was younger. She’ll get stares from men, but they won’t be from the best men, and their stares will break off earlier than they used to, and get distracted easily by passing nancies.

Footnote: The curtain call age has been steadily rising, because of a number of sexual market disruptions and trendlines converging in post-America. I predict we may see an average nightclubbing female age of 30 in the near future as an increasing horde of single, childless mimosaettes desperate to avoid the detritus swamping online dating return to the classic meat market haunts.

It’s useful to contrast curtain call ages for club grilles and club monsters. Twenty-five is practically the START of a man’s clubbing career. It’s not uncommon to see men well into their 30s working the club floors and whores, as long as those men haven’t let themselves go to pot and know how to dress with a masculine sexy flair. The club curtain call ages mirror the bioreality of male and female reproductive fitness windows: women hit a higher max speed but crash early, men a lower max speed but ride longer.

A 35 year old woman in the club is pitiable. A 35 year old man in the club is pardonable.

The curtain call age for bars is a bit older, if for no other reason than that the absence of loud techno music, bathroom bumps, and frantic dancing are a relief to aging bodies and angsty minds. Fully grown oldsters will shamble around bars and no one will bat an eye. Still, women don’t like to throw their mate choice prerogative in with bars, either, but will feel less uncomfortable in bars than they do in clubs dogging it out until their early 30s if they are single and (god forbid!) swallowing patriarchal Pink Pills by the barrel.

Last call in bars is usually late 20s for most women who have need of a bar’s services. For men, it’s late 30s, even up to mid-40s. It occasionally needs repeating, because platitudes that stroke the gynarchy’s ego are tasty and mollifying: the average man enjoys a surplus fifteen years of romantic possibility over the average woman’s dating lifespan. This is why a 30 year old woman “settles” while a 30 year old man “relents”. It’s the difference between catastrophe insurance and early retirement.

Fake Indignation shitlibs were aghast that President Trump would innocuously flirt with a female reporter, expressing their Fake Outrage by claiming that his compliment of her smile was “creepy”.

That’s rich coming from libs, the crowd that loves the idea of tranny freaks whipping their she-dicks out to piss in front of their daughters in public restrooms, and back in the day mocking flyovers for finding offense in the president shoving cigars up an intern’s cooch.

And I certainly don’t recall any shitlibs tossing around the “creepy” label when Gay Mulatto mischievously flaunted his pants-stretched erection to a plane full of journoclits tittering like schoolgirls.

(Oops, it looks like free speech champion YooToob pulled the video for violating their frazzled lib egos.)

And when Uncle Joe Biden flirts with the incredibly underaged ladies, I don’t hear shitlibs calling it “harassment”. (Apparently, shitlibs believe it isn’t flirting if the woman doesn’t consent to it beforehand, thus retroactively annulling every relationship and marriage since time immemorial that began when a man approached a woman and gave her a compliment without first having her sign a consent form.)

The lesson is this: treat shitlibs like women. Watch what they do, don’t listen to what they say. JRH adds,

Does it surprise you?

Attention on action. Ignorance on words.

I have had a lot of girls who self-profess their hatred of me. Banged all of those minus the ones I genuinely wasn’t interested in.

“I hate masculinity” = words. They are crying for it, but too many limpwristed fags and those who have ulterior motives take it literally and run with it, like this sentence.

PS Reader midnighttoker astutely points out that Trump said “she has a nice smile on her face“, and this added clause has a subtle impact on how the compliment is perceived.

it’s interesting how he worded that. he didn’t just say she has a nice smile. most people would take that as a general compliment about her appearance.

instead he said she has a nice smile…on her face. that to me comes off as him pointing out that she has a nice smile right now, in this moment, because i’m talking to her, etc.

he wants everyone to know she is smiling because he is giving her attention. anyone else read it that way?

I read it the same way. Made charm often turns on these exceedingly nuanced semantic twists. Game is about managing perception — a man’s self-perception and a woman’s perception of him. Trump’s wording (and the dangling unspoken but palpably felt “…right now because I’m talking to her”) does shrewdly imply that it’s his presence and attention that is wresting a smile from the woman’s face, rather than that she just happens to have a nice smile which she carries with her everywhere and that Trump would like her to know he noticed. Trump’s essentially telling her, and anyone listening, that she lights up FOR HIM. Only the Trumpenführer could thaw an icy reporterette.

Trump is a master of Game, and a Natural Alpha. You could learn a lot from him about how to act around women just be eavesdropping on his Twatter feed or his Oval Office phone calls.

A fat chick was fat-shamed on the internet, but a national scandal was avoided when her boyfriend defended her honor and in return thousands of social media Likes fell upon the lovebirds like high glycemic index manna from heaven.

Boyfriend Restores Faith In Humanity With His Response To Someone Calling His Girlfriend “Fat”

HIS RESPONSE RESTORED FAITH IN HUMANITY
HIS RESPONSE REVIVED HUMAN BEASTS
HIS RESPONSE REVVED MANATEE TITTIES
HIS RESPONSE RUBBED HOS WITH CLIT-WILLIES
HIS NARCOTIC WORD ROD TROD HALF-WIT BLOBS WITH BROKEN HEARTS

Whenever you read a formulation of “just wait until you read his response”, slip into your biohazard suit because you’re about to be splooged by toxic shitlibbery.

The Fat Girl:

And here comes the PUNCHline….the chivalrous boyfriend:

The funniest outtake from this happy pill sap story leaking out of femmeland was this:

Following this, Tre also became the victim of online hate when he was asked if he had “lost a bet”.

😆 Ok, no but really this was the funniest part:

I believe this young black man is sincere.

The cathartic release all those reality-escaping libfruits have been waiting for:

People from all over the world decided to share their views on the controversial goings on, including Bill Clinton’s daughter, Chelsea Clinton. Madison’s tweet was retweeted more than 43,000 times and liked more than 224,000 times.

Tre’s love and support for his girlfriend was retweeted more than 33,000 times and gained more than 64,000 likes.

The couple even went on to feature in People magazine, where their story was published in newspapers and magazines in England, France, Italy, and all the way in Australia – not forgetting the coverage they received in the U.S.

Ahhhhhh, now doesn’t that feel better, losers? A troll cracked the fuggernaut fantasy facade for a brief shining moment when she reminded the corpulence collective that fat chicks are gross and doomed to rake the mud pits of the sexual market to relieve their existential loneliness, and the glimpse of reality sent the fat acceptance fupa frottage crowd into a rage denial spiral so combustible they shared a mass catharsis over an ungrammatical shit-tier tweet brimming with the moloko plus of empty bromides.

“Your not fat baby. Your perfect. PS GO AWAY I’M BATIN’”

Unsurprisingly, bugwoman nothingburger Chelsea Hubble retweeted Tre’s panegyric to his pachyderm. This horse-choppered spawn of thecunt is headed for great things, I tell ya.

PS What we are witnessing is the rapid evolutionary split of White America into two racial classes, the El-Aloi (pure White and jewish-hybrid globorace) and the Mudlocks (LSMV fat White chicks slapping a saggital-headed horde of mystery meatballs from the comfort of their Walmart cruisers). Some argue this is best for the White race, because a culling of the dregs further purifies and focuses the minds of the milky cream at the top. I disagree. Allowing and even celebrating the racial jettisoning of our worst kin instead of resisting the broken society that encourages their defiant retreat into depravity will have upstream effects that will reverberate for generations, infecting every member of the race from bottom to top.

The best solution is ending the female obesity epidemic so that a vast blight-wing enstupidation doesn’t take hold in our homeland and despoil the natural beauty. Maybe the day will come when we have no choice but to sever ties with our unlucky kin and kith, but for now there’s still time left to ennoble our worst to aspire to something better. But it won’t happen if our currently operative noblesse malice isn’t replaced soon by a return to noblesse oblige.

Corpulence And Consequences

I don’t know any formerly slim women whose personalities and politics didn’t get worse the fatter they got. Every additional pound added to the American female obesity epidemic is a vote added for a shitlib candidate.

Which brings me to the CH Sexual Polarity-Revolutionary Momentum Positive Reinforcement Feedback Mechanism Maxim.

CH Maxim #45: If a revolutionary movement is strengthening, you’ll know it by the slimming figures and feminine demeanor of its women and by the muscular development and confident attitude of its men.

And, as I prophesied and CH Maxim #45 predicts, all the uglies, fatties, and androgynes are coalescing into a fetid force of Trump Derangement Syndrome, while the masculine White men and beautiful White women are aligning firmly and tetris-like in pro-Trump solidarity.

You simply cannot disavow the God of Biomechanics.

Kaput

Overseen in [REDÄCTËD]: A family of three, teen daughter (13 or 14yo), father and mother. The parents looked to be in their late 50s, which means daughter was probably a test tube baby. All were speaking German, looking obviously lost as they roamed the post-America sidewalks, rambling waywardly and approaching the most menacing-looking googles to ask in heavy German accents how to get to place X. The third google they approached gave them a hilarious WTF? look and then eyed the daughter lasciviously. Plenty of White people around who could have assisted, but this naive kraut family ignored them.

Poll time.

#CNNBlackmail

Reminder that CNN is in deep trouble for having violated federal statutes against extortion blackmail, as they did in this piece where they threatened to dox the 15-year-old Trump-CNN gif creator if he ever dared to post something objectionable to the CNN ashkepaths again:

FYI The real reason CNN is shitting a brick over a funny gif meme that discredits and humiliates them: DA GOYIM ARE LEARNING.

Anyone who can’t see a problem with this is either a (((tribalist))) or tribalist apologist. Or in the dark.

Here comes the sun, motherfuckers.

PS weev on CNN’s blackmail.

CLEANSE THE MEDIA
CLOSE THE BORDERS
CUE THE SALTY TEARS

Trump The Ironclad Chad

The Trumpinator retweeted a gif lovingly prepared by a Redditer, of Trump administering Stone Cold Steve Austin’s Stunner finishing move on FraudNewsNetwork (neé CNN).

Glorious.

The usual hypocritical pansy shitlibs have their manties in a twist, squealing and moaning in pain about Trump acting “unpresidential”, I suppose conveniently forgetting Gay Mulatto’s history of trash-naggering flyovers and their years spent defending Bill Clinton from prudes when he made a cigar humidor out of an intern’s kosher kunt.

We are witnessing the implosion and destruction of the leftoid inbred nerdo Gaystream Media in real time, by a Natural Chad who knows the soft underbelly of his enemy, and that alone should qualify a spot in granite for Trump’s Caesarian mug.

But I really can’t say it better than Jung Man did here, so I’ll reprint his tribute in full:

******

Upon witnesing President Trump’s CNN smackdown tweet today, I was left making much the same facial expression Laurence Fishburn makes at the end of The Matrix when he realizes Neo truly is The One. Long has MPC and the greater alt-right waxed rhapsodic over Trump’s many paradigm-shifting qualities, but today was the first day I truly saw him for what he is: Trump is not just a Chad, he is The Chad, in much the same way top-level Taoists claim to become the Tao. This is the key to understanding his behavior and why he appears to so effortlessly triumph over legions of incredibly well-financed yet morally-bereft, insidious bugpeople. If you were to combine every star high school quarterback and Ray-Ban clad summer lifeguard into one, you still would not be scratching the surface of the Pure Chadism that flows through Donald Trump’s veins at any given moment. For him, bullyciding isn’t just a fun pasttime; it’s a way of life.

Donald Trump is a 139 IQ certified triple alpha Apex Chad, born with a nearly perfect anti-autism genome which was then steeled through a lifetime spent in the cutthroat world of high-end ManFUCKINGhatten real estate, which is basically the Olympics of bare, no holds barred Jewry. He is at the top of the Chad food chain, imbued with not only the quotidian Chad qualities of athleticism and insouciance, but also rarer, top-level Chad qualities like completely effortless trolling and unshakable detachment. When you see Trump – the President of the United States of America, lest we forget – retweeting a meme of (real, actual) himself delivering a WWE Raw smackdown to the bugman hive that is CNN, you’re watching a completely autonomic response; trolling comes as easy to President Trump as breathing comes to the rest of us, and he puts the same amount of thought into it as you or I just put into our last breath. Unlike his bugman opponents, The Chad does not expend valuable energy hand-wringing over what the latest (((models))) may show; The Chad simply does. Whether he’s a plucky, new-to-the-scene NYC realtor having his associate “John Miller” call up some sleazeball tabloid yid to call him a f****t, or a 2016 Republican presidential candidate bragging about his dick size to 80 million prime-time viewers, or the President of the United States of America retweeting a silly meme showing him giving CNN a stunner, The Chad is acting on 100% instinct at all time; this makes him an absolutely fatal opponent for the bugman, whose modus operandi is by nature spergy, data/consensus-driven, and highly fragile. Many here have spoken at length of Trump’s anti-fragility in the vein of Taleb; I propose that Trump exists outside of the fragility continuum altogether, a being wholly inoculated against any traditional understanding of vulnerability. Imagine the popular “it all runs off like water down a duck’s back” copypasta we are so fond of poasting; now imagine that there is no “… but call him a Jew” clause. That is Donald Trump, The Chad. He has no natural weakness, at least not insofar as the postmodern, atomized, bugman Acela class is concerned.

I love President Trump in that brotherly, manly way that used to be common in America before pozz corrupted the feeling into a prolapsed homosexualist . It feels so good to have a leader on my side. It’s always been Who, Whom, and for the first time in a long time there’s an Overshitlord with Chadism running in his veins leading the nation on the behalf of my tribe. the Who.

Exactly how Chad is Donald Trump? We’re talking about a man who had the stones to write a very Chadily-composed tell all paperback some 30 years ago that – and this is really amazing stuff, folks – literally takes the reader on a point by point dissection of his understanding of life, the gambits he runs, how he views success and how he wins so often. His entire playbook, laid bare for any literate man, woman, or child to peruse at their leisure, millions of which did. But because Donald Trump understands the nerd/bugman on a fundamental level – far better than the bugman knows even himself – he knows that even with his entire strategic gameplan free for the taking, there is no danger of the enemy catching on. Trump’s Chad instincts are so finely tuned that he knows even if he shows the crowd how the magic trick is done, if he does it with his trademark flair, they’ll keep falling for it every time. Whether consciously or not (likely not, as we’re talking about hardwired, base-level instincts at this point), Trump realizes the bugman will never catch on, as the bugman considers Trump a buffoon, a charlatan, an idiot and a fraud, just as the nerd sees the garden-variety Chad. Simply speaking, bugpeople simply have no idea what they’re dealing with when encountering Trump; watching them squirm reminds me of the Strugatsky brothers’ Roadside Picnic, wherein mankind spends an inordinate amount of time trying to comprehend alien actions that were, to the aliens, simply a picnic stop. Not only does the bugman foolishly consider himself smarter than Trump, he simply does not understand him at all. To them, his very existence is incomprehensible, a problem to be run through endless datasheets and algorithms and editorial columns; to Trump, that the bugman exists doesn’t even register.

When you’re watching Trump troll, you’re not merely watching a maestro at work; no, you’re seeing the very essence of trolling given human form. Trump himself is aware of his incredible, Chadly prowess, as he mocks his opponents’ appeals to staid (and laughable) ARE PRESIDENTIAL DIGNITY by announcing that he is not presidential, but modern presidential, a one-off tweet that illustrates Trump has a far deeper understanding of his paradigm-shattering position than he normally lets on. He knows exactly what he is doing, folks. His Twitter finger is a veritable Seal Team Six of bullycide, able to (((ethnically))) cleanse entire newsrooms with the tap of a pinky. Trump is essentially delivering public, extrasensory wedgies and swirlies over the air to millions of bugmen at any given moment; to be quite honest, this is a level of Chadism that I thought was theoretically impossible. No one man should be able to bullycide like ARE president, and yet there he is, delivering a precision-guided tweetbomb holocaust right to the frontostriatal pathway of millions of shitlibs at 2:05am in the morning. This is simply preternatural.

To borrow one of my favorite CJ quotes (over a year old now, how time flies in Trumpville :allears:):

Cinco Jotas, on 14 May 2016 – 12:22 PM, said:

f**k the movies. There’s no happy ending here for the media. This is evolution in action. Our oppressive s**tlib media has produced the ultimate media killer. Trump isn’t a centipede.  He’s one of those giant Japanese hornets that kills an entire hive full of bees. He’s immune to their stings, and until they evolve a new strategy, which will take a generation or more, it’ll just be carnage.

This is a fantastic metaphor, but I think in light of recent events it could use some minor tweaks. Not only is Trump completely immune to the bugman’s stings and their postmodern false idols of snark and sarcasm and feigned outrage, he absolutely thrives on their suffering. I see Donald Trump as more of a blue whale (the most yuge animal), happily gliding along with a smug look on his face, mouth lazily opened, all the while swallowing hundreds of plankton at any given moment. Journalists, shitlibs, and assorted anti-Trump f****ts are in this simile the plankton, just complete non-entities to the yuge Trump juggernaut, completely inconsequential in every way, unable to do much of anything in the face of the oncoming titan. Their suffering and eventual destruction fuel Trump for even more trolling and bullyciding; where in the past, conservative sadsacks would wither and die in the face of sustained s**tlib onslaught, President Trump uses their angst to propel himself forward, not really even aware that any one given s**tlib-plankton exists. Trump is an extinction level event for the bugpeople, who are quickly discovering their snarky takedowns and affected, outraged attitudes are akin to when the Poles trotted out the cavalry against the blitzkrieg. When you see the Trump CNN tweet you are effectively witnessing shitlibs using 20th century tactics coming up against a 21st century president; just a complete and total slaughter, the Charge of the Blight Brigade.

I never thought in my life we’d see such a spectacle, and yet here we are, existing in a universe where it’s not completely implausible that POTUS Trump will have John Cena deliver a Five Knucle Shuffle to some nebbishy trickle down media whore during one of his upcoming press conferences. I only wish David Foster Wallace could have lived to see this day; who would have thought that the harbinger of New Sincerity would be a reality TV billionaire who starred in a Pizza Hut commercial? ARE president is such a Chad that he is murdering postmodernism right before our very eyes, using nothing more than a free Twitter account. Infinite jest indeed.

******

Jung Man is right, and the cucks were wrong all along. It’s always been Who, Whom. And for once we have a leader on OUR SIDE. We are the Who, and it feels good man. For this, I love Trump with a brotherly, manly warmth that used to be common before America became a mystery meatball disstopia and the poz corrupted masculine bonhomie and warped it into a grotesque homosexualist aberration.

More on Trump and his libfruit prey:

Harry Dexter Whyte:

:librage: DRUMPF

tells twitter followers to punch “nazis”

:librage: IS

calls for the President to be beheaded

:librage: NORMALIZING

bashes young woman in the back of the head with a bike lock

:librage: VIOLENCE

takes potshots at congressman

Bumbling American:

It’s fascinating to watch libs and cucks call this vulgar and dangerous and a diminishment of the office. Welp this is the populist version of a sitting president putting his wife on the Oscars, or doing standup at a press club, or starfucking barely human popstars and athletes in the White House, or appearing on (I still cannot believe this) a stoner YouTube show. Obama was pure s**tlib exhibitionism and vulgarity; if the average libarts major were wealthy and powerful, this is what he’d be doing. Trump is doing what the average prole would do if he were wealthy and powerful. Dismiss it or sneer at it, fine, but let’s not pretend this is a horrifying novelty

RexLex:

I was remarking the same as I read Yung’s post to my blind Dad. I had to explain Chad, but he got it. At 65 years old now, he’s still a Shitlord.

The media has doubled down to the power of whatever. They don’t have any other plays in their playbook beyond leveraging shame. Any normal person would have folded by now but Trump will not. He knows he can’t win if he surrenders even an inch and surrender is antithetical to the essence of an Alpha Apex Chad.

As they attack Trump, he gets stronger and they become diminished. It is a game they cannot win. And yet due to their limited playbook it is the game they are forced to play or retreat from the battlefield completely. In this regard, the insane fanaticism of the Dem base has Democrats and the Democrat media complex in a bad way. MSNBC and CNN are addicted to their ratings in the age of Trump, and yet by continuing to attack him, they are actually destroying their brands and the reputations of their main faces. It’s a lose lose game they are forced to play. The Dem party is having similar problems where the ambition of individual members (mostly in the House) wants to attack Trump head on, but the wiser old heads in the party know that nothing makes a President more sympathetic than trying to impeach him. Bill Clinton finished up generally well regarded in the 90s even though he was a corrupt scumbag who cheated on his wife in the Oval Office with a fat intern suffering from Daddy issues.

I think what we’re seeing with the media is also happening to liberalism/postmodernism/globalism worldwide. (((They))) had a winning strategy (accusations of racism, sexism, misogyny, antisemitism) but people have stopped responding to that as they used to. As with calling someone Hitler in 2017 is seen as a joke in the American right. “Sure, I am Hitler, check out this meme I made of you in a gas chamber LOLOLOL Eat s**t Niglet”

Those vectors of shame attack and social pressure will never have the same magnitude of effect on you as they did the first time you cucked. Repeated exposure makes it annoying instead of debilitating. We all get stronger every time they punch us.

The shame game really only worked on Cucks as long as Cucks stayed Cucks. While the Cucks were controlling the so-called right wing narrative (NRO, Weakly Standard, Glenn Beck) it worked great. Kurt Schlichter’s newfound attitude is the worm beginning to turn in the Cuck Media establishment. I even saw Little Benny Shapiro on Twitter supporting Trump’s full spectrum dominance of the media crybabies. At one point, even the most despicable Neoconservative Jew is impressed by the raw power that Trump exerts in all social domains.

I believe that this is also why Jews are so angry these days. They have relied on everyone self-cucking before their superior holocaust victim status and exploitation of minorities for political points. They don’t like that many Goyim now know, and are rapidly telling other Goyim what the game is and how to win.

Because Congressional elections work at a slower pace than the internet, it could take a few more House cycles before you see this attitude really permeate the GOP. But it can certainly be pushed at the grassroots level by people attending GOP meetings and participating in local party events.

Happy Mirth of July, fellow MAGAMEN!

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Now this is how you own the Kiss Cam. Pay attention at the 0:07 mark when he kisses his “girl”.

I laughed. She did too. That’s how you keep a girl hooked on you for the duration.

  1. defy her expectations
  2. be a charming jerkboy
  3. don’t be a boring beta

How does Beer Man compare to the previous Jumbotron master Ice Cream Alpha featured here on this blog?

It’s interesting to compare the two, because there’s a lot going on that’s similar but also differs, yet the reactions of their girls are the same (tingle torrent).

Beer Man is more try-hard. It’s obvious he’s hamming it up for dramatic effect. But try-hardness doesn’t hurt a man if his efforts are to amuse himself (and in this case the public) rather than appease the girl. Ice Cream Alpha is less acting out than reclining in the plush luxury of his assholery. He’s not putting on a show, he’s just chilling and playfully taunting his girl with the least amount of effort. (Playfully? Eh, maybe not so much. He looks dead serious about protecting the perimeter of his ice cream.)

That’s the main difference between the two men. The similarities though are obvious and go deeper than their chosen method of executing a triple lindy jerkboy maneuver. Neither man caves to public pressure. Neither man is interested in signs of approval from his girl. Neither man gives a crap what the watching world or their women think of their antics. Both men blast through their girls’ expectations, mixing unpredictability with cheeky teasing. By pushing their girls away, they have pulled their girls closer to them.

Abundance mentality is the right term for it. So is outcome independence. When you think you can score at will, you’ll act like the type of man who does score at will.

Trump’s Dread Game

A poem.

Trump’s Dread Game
Flirts on camera with cute dame
Balls of ZFG
Melania peeved?
No, that’s aggrieved betaboy steez
Melania cleaved
Later that eve
thunderous Trumpian marital glee
her still-smoldering flower reaved
And somewhere in a mood-lit bedroom
escapes a squeaky peep
a self-administered clit sweep
to put a reporterette to happy sleep.
Dread Game
It works!

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