Thought Vomit #90: ft. The Foxes
Glen Beck is a turd basket. In fact, if you have a moment, he’s a steaming pile of vacuous spite, slowly simmering on a hob made of balls. If I could vomit at will down the telly tubes and have it land on his face I would do so constantly until my stomach turned inside … Continue reading Thought Vomit #90: ft. The Foxes
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