Once again, I am neither a Republican nor a conservative, nor have I ever claimed to be. I am not on your team or your opponent's team, I am a drunk in the stands heckling you bums fumblefucking around the field. Don't like it, don't follow me.
If it's any consolation, there is no end to Trump cultists in my mentions who are equally convinced that my horrifying act of non-voting was in fact a vote for Clinton
It's always soothing to watch my follower count plummet hygienically after these kinds of tweets
"Fumblefucking" (c) copyright 1973, my dad, all rights reserved
you are incorrectly presuming I desire more followers
my dad was a quiet, stoic farmer, but whenever a piece of machinery broke he transformed into the Shakespeare of profanity
one time when I was like 9 or 10, we were baling hay with my dad, and the baler busted 3 shear bolts in like 20 minutes. It was the first time my brother and I ever heard the term "cocksucker," and we both nearly died from suppressed laughter
My dad grew up in a largely irreligious/ non churchgoing family, my mom's was hyper-devout Irish Catholic. Dad converted to Catholic when I was around 12, and I was an altar boy at his baptism.
