Monday, May 1, 2017


Sitting at the bar

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There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making ANTIFA thug steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig.
"Well, whatcha' gonna do about it?" he says, menacingly, as tears welled in my eyes.
"Come on, man," the thug says, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can't stand to see a man tearing up."
"This is the worst day of my life," I say. "I'm a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss sacked me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen. I found my wife with another man . . and then my dog bit me."
So . . . I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all.
I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve.
Then you show up and drink the whole thing!
But Hell,....... enough about me, how are you doing?

A happy ending for commies!!

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