WHAT.
THE.
2020.
FUCK.
IS THIS?
THE.
2020.
FUCK.
IS THIS?
tellin you right now, i don’t have it in me for kanye to (actually) run for president. nope.
the idea of having to critique his policy, analyze coverage whatever fuckery he’s saying this week. real discussion of kim kardashian becoming first lady.
i’m out. i’m out. no, i’m out.
the idea of having to critique his policy, analyze coverage whatever fuckery he’s saying this week. real discussion of kim kardashian becoming first lady.
i’m out. i’m out. no, i’m out.
i’m not giving you thoughtful analysis on ho kanye’s workout plan w obamacare is prevention.
i’m not discussing his political evolution from “george bush dont care about black people” to maga.
i’m not thinking about how the white house could lowkey use a kris jenner renovation.
i’m not discussing his political evolution from “george bush dont care about black people” to maga.
i’m not thinking about how the white house could lowkey use a kris jenner renovation.
i’m not having conversations around “what does this do with his relationship with trump?”
we aren’t considering what him divesting from that shitshow of a clothing line would look like for fashion. don’t even get me started on the shoes.
y’all don’t pay me enough for this.
we aren’t considering what him divesting from that shitshow of a clothing line would look like for fashion. don’t even get me started on the shoes.
y’all don’t pay me enough for this.
now i’m getting push alerts from a news outlet.
2020 you are utter trash.
utter trash.
hot-on-fire-dumpster-fire ass trash.
the opposite of cardi’s horchata.
uggggggggggggghh.
2020 you are utter trash.
utter trash.
hot-on-fire-dumpster-fire ass trash.
the opposite of cardi’s horchata.
uggggggggggggghh.
