This ain't diss but just something I did before:
There was helded a party in the Oval Office; they could not accommodated all of us and so broughted party sofas for all of us. There was girls in and out, hence, Pence was disallowed. They was Vegan interns per the President's interests, Clinton had set the precedent for the White House resident raisin' a dent in the table in that BJ incident with Monica's head when he found that Hillary was listenin'in.
Then *she* walked in, dressed as dark as Darth Vader but a bitch dressed as scarce as pitch invader... rich enough to cover Fader. She ask me for orange juice, I say, "...Oh I binge on booze, wanna req' it up? Let me check the curves". She's like, "Suck it up, perv. Let me serve". That's just getting on my nerves, and for a reason, I feel like Nerf-gunning her ass all season.
But I'm so high, I'm high as Burj Khalifa, I'm so high I won't get to meet the delegation from Planet Antifa, nor the one from ISIStan, northern one for Arctic nudists or Aztec jurists or the one from Liberal North Korea or Kingdom of Gonorrhea or *Congenital central hypo-ventilation syndrome or continuous anti-national sentiments and so on*.
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