Post by geoffI sways ta GOD its a cummin, real soon. His victree in Calla-rada PROVE'S IT! Next it's the Spream Cout a gunna RULE in Trumps Fayva.
Then Trump a gunna becre instatit...and I gunna call my butt-ease and we'll all drink Vodka red bull's and MAN-hattin's and GIT BAKED on the Sowa DIESEL and the hang daddy purples!
Yeeeeeeaaah!
I predicted it form DAY ONE and it's gunna happiness B4 Christmas!
Just as Jesus was Borned, Trump )kak 'Oringe Jesus) will be re enstattit!
Ii bet my muthas HUOSE onnt
I M a geniuos!!genius!!!
FMouss Anus
You're totally joking, right? This post made me laugh... Oh yeah, welcome to the Beatles newsgroup.
You know... The BEATLES? John, Paul, George, and Ringo? Might help to post about those four.
Capeesh?
Be careful what you wish for. If these dope fiend conspiracist screwups have anything to say about the Beatles, it's that Paul McCartney *really is* dead -- and that the entity we have taken for Paul is really a government-manufactured clone.
Some of these marijuana monstrosities take things one step further, and insist that John Lennon is alive and well and busking in New York's subways.
I've had to deal with this human refuse in real life ever since two pot dispensaries opened up in my area. My neighbor heard some deranged ranting about "the cabal" emanating from his shed recently. He opened the door -- and nearly choked on the pot smoke. He has decided to get a rottweiler to protect his property -- an inspiring idea.
Paul did die in 1966. He was recently reincarnated into the Taylor
Swift-bot carrier mechanism. John knows about this, as he underwent a
similar procedure and is now known as Travis Kelce .
He always wanted to get back together with Paul.
Ha! And is Brian Epstein going to reappear at Dealey Plaza to resume management of his proteges?
The place where I often get coffee in the morning is right across the street from one of the local dope dispensaries. I sometimes chat with an older woman who hangs out there in the morning. The other day, she was looking pensively at the crowd of grungy, glazed-eyed screwups accumulating outside the dispensary before it opened. She asked me what I thought would happen to them when Trump is imprisoned; she's concerned there will be a mass suicide.
I told her not to worry; I know how these freaks think. (Well, they don't think so much as they parrot paranoid delusions.) If Trump is imprisoned, they'll claim that the imprisoned being is actually a government-manufactured clone and that the whole thing is a big psy-op. The *real* Trump, they will say, has donned his jet-pack and flitted off to the talus-strewn deserts of Jupiter to battle the Jovian Cabal using his lazer-eyes. His well-compensated buddy Giuiani will join him, providing sagacious legal advice and battling the evil forces by squirting jets of black fluid at them through his skull.