There will be great jubilations on that day, so I won’t miss these daily status reports too badly.

But spilled some honey mustard and slipped on it while rushing to the bathroom breaking his neck.

but he’s been dead wrong about everything for these past 100 days.

45 days to June 14 - hope he croaks before or during the 79 trombones parade..

Still, the day is yet young. One dares to dream.

was one very pissed-off servant.

The entire world cheered when he never woke up!!

for annexing 🇨🇦 are on hold with
Pm Carney’s re-election.

...next to her boyfriend.

I am terrified that the future will be no less ugly than the past.

Then God heard the prayers of multitudes, and granted his wish.

Link to tweet

The cheese on the quarter-pounder came from uninspected milk.

--Let me at 'em!!!

Is that the cartoon Tasmanian Devil?

or burns him, demon that he is.

I had a macabre but humorous thought -- if Dump's head were to be guillotined off, and someone grabbed it by the hair to hold up in front of the cheering crowd (like they did during the French Revolution) -- the severed head would tumble ungracefully downward and smack the scaffold floor below due to the excessive length of unfurling combed over follicles the Pisswig likes to model....

slipped down over his nose and mouth.

😀😂

Another day closer.

as they wait for the brain worms to finish their seemingly endless search for a snack. Somebody should probably tell the hungry rats that they'll be very disappointed--it's not worth the wait.

A poison blow dart to the neck.

zero trace. (or so a little birdie tells me)

IMMUNITY from dying.