Trump & Musk Go Snit For Snat In Bitch Slap Byte Battle
Jul 12, 2022
Monumental Mental Midgets Spar Over Who Has The Biggest Insult Sausage
I always like a good public self-own to go with my daily yellow journalism fix. The former twice-impeached unindicted co-conspirator & God’s gift to pussy in search of come autocrat to grab it, Donaldo Grabito Pussolini took on Tesla titan, Elon “Testosterony Toblerone Tony” Musk in a battle of witlessness sure to go down in the pooched out succulent sphincter of #AltReich freedumbocracy as another great failed policy of the past.
The latest brouhaha between the so-called ball boys of The Billionaire Tanned Testicle Club began Tuesday when Musk tweeted that Pussolini was clearly a washed-up loser with delusions of Grand Marnier.
“I don’t hate the fat fuck,” Musk tapped into his jail-broken iPhone, “but it’s time for Thumper to hang up his tiny fists and sail into the sunset. Dems should also call off the attack on his criminal activities—don’t make it so that Trump’s only way to stay out of prison is to regain the Presidency.”
This did not sit well with America’s favorite frivolous fat fuck, who was forced to log on to Truth Social to post his reply, despite recently having been removed from the board of his own company to avoid being buttfucked by subpoenas, and having been permanently suspended from Twitter — just like @DoctorFaustroll, I might add — and thus was reduced to whining for a largely delusional audience so big that no one will ever be able to count it, because that’s #TheAmericanWay.
“When E-Schlong Mush came begging to the White House asking me for help on all of his many subletitized prospects, whether it’s electic cars that don’t drive long enough, driverless cars that crash like some demolition derby, or rocketships to nowhere, which is very much much worse than a bridge to nowhere, because you can always finish the bridge, even way up in Alaska or Alabama.
“Which can produce real jobs, good-paying jobs, for our very fine people right here in the good old US of Earth, protected by our great Space Force, without which subsidies Evelyn would be hustling his big fanny for spare change in Portland, one of the worst cities in our galaxy, and he’d still be worth far lesser than me,” Pussolini reasoned, “and he was telling me back then what a big Trump fan and Republican he was, I could of said, ‘drop to your knees, little Levon, and beg for it,’ and he would have done it. He would have pulled the zipper down with his teeth! Leon is so proud of his self-driving teeth!”
Pussolini couldn’t resist bringing up Musk’s recent legal woes with Twitter. “Travon should focus on getting himself out of the Twitter mess that he made, and he made this mess, you better believe it, and I don’t care if yes he did say once he would let me Tweet again if I went in with him buying Twitter, but this is stupid even for Waylon.
“He could owe $44 billion for some piece of shit that’s probably worthless now that I’m not truthing over there. Their ratings are way down since I left that shit hole. I told him I would never had made that deal, because I have Truth Social and Russia and hard-working American patriots to fund my favorite prospects. Also,, there’s lots of competition for electric cars!”
We didn’t bother trying to contact either of these scumbags for comment. Time is meant to be wasted on far better things than poopadoodle. Why would anyone in their right mind waste time to be so counterproductive to the joy and job of creativity?
This has been another #ExistentialTrickQuestion.
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