Cunts are still teabagging the world

I'm not talking vaginas, here. You know the kinds of wimpy pussy little queefy beseechers of Sani Claws who dream of futures where Barbie dominates Ken and everyone is disgustingly religious and legally sexual.

I'm talking about ordinary cunts who bath in the juices of politics and apparently have discovered that appealing to ordinary idiots in the naton of miserable cfuks is cheaper than paying for cosmetic surgery

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