c< sOMeHOw, iM agreeiN witH tHe clOwN... dOwN witH dOc scratcH! >c
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 STAND! FIGHT! YOU'RE THE PRESIDENT NOW. MADAME PRESIDENT WE NEED YOU NOW MORE THAHAN EVER. LET'S GO FUCK THIS GUY UP.
c< OH all Hells yeaH! >c
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 So long, Mom, I'm off to drop some pianos, So don't wait up for me. But while you swelter Down there in your shelter, You can see me On your TV. While we're attacking frontally, Watch Brinkally and Huntally, Describing contrapuntally The people we have lost. No need for you to miss a minute Of the agonizing of how much this will cost. Little Johnny Jones he was a Alternian pilot, And no shrinking vi'let was he. He was mighty proud when self war was declared. He wasn't scared, No siree! And this is what he said on His way to trollmageddon: So long, Mom, I'm off to drop the bomb, So don't wait up for me. But though I may roam, I'll come back to my home, Although it may be A pile of debris. #killscratch Remember, Mommy, I'm off to get a cueball, So send me some strudel And try to smile somehow. I'll look for you when the war is over --- An hour and a half from now 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀