sadness because he died of old age, comfortably in his sleep.
I ran around my neighborhood singing, “Ding dong! The wicked witch is dead.”
Oh, no, that’s what I did when i heard about Mitch. For Trump i popped a special bottle of champagne I’d been saving.
Disappointed that it hadn’t actually happened yet.
I haven’t had a drink since the late 1990s. When I heard the news I had a beer.
I assumed it was another lie.
Man, I read this and ran to try and find news to confirm it lmao
I was trying to manifest it
at the rate things are going at: it’s going to come at a time where he’s buried with state honors; a national day of mourning; and with a tour of his coffin throughout the country to eventually be interred in a national monument in florida.
But it will be done in the shoddiest way possible and it’ll ultimately sink into the swamp.
Fred, I never knew ye.
