Poop Choose Your Own Roasting Adventure - Page 2

**Saul Good** · 04:31 PM

The 2015 Roasts are officially underway. We are going about this one a little differently, though. Those getting roasted will get to take an active role in their own queer little adventure.

I will begin writing the story. The story will progress until there is a decision to be made. At that time, the roastee will get to choose which path he wishes to follow. Depending on the choice, a different roaster will pick up where I left off and continue with the story. The roasters who will be writing have been pre-screened, but they won't know which of them will be contributing until the roastee makes his selection.

After being named the #1 poster on CP in 2014, Clay gets the honor of starting off 2015.

Part 1.

The year is 1995. You are a fat, bald piece of shit with nothing to look forward to in life 357 days out of the year. But today is not one of those days. This is gameday at Camarohead Stadium, and you have a ticket. You always have a ticket...because you are a true fan, and true fans have season tickets. Yes, they're expensive. Far too expensive for a blue collar, working class slob like yourself some might say. But true fans have to make sacrifices. Besides, it's not like any of those little shithead kids of yours are going to need a college fund anyway. You are a man, and you have earned the right to spend 10% of your annual salary on football tickets, parking passes, food, and beer...SO much ****ing beer. Your name is Ray, and this is your day. It's a gay day with Ray.

After rolling into the parking lot at 9 AM sharp, you set up shop, and you did it up right. You had a full cooler of ice cold beer, a bag of pork rinds, and a grill firing up your specialty...slices of that square bologna with the little cheese bits scattered throughout...smoked to perfection and wrapped around vienna sausages with a toothpick stuck through them to add a touch of class. Humanity scratched and clawed its way to the top of the food chain so you could fry up the tastiest pieces of every animal that got in our way. If there's a better way to spend Christmas Eve, it's news to you.

But the day did get better. The Chiefs got off to a hot start and didn't let up. They pounded the Seahawks while you pounded beers, and home field advantage throughout the playoffs was secured. As the clock struck 00:00, you triumphantly tomahawk chopped your way towards the men's room to let loose $200 worth of light beer from your bladder. As luck would have it, you even passed a teenaged kid wearing Seahawks gear. Obviously, you slapped the shit out of him before spitting right in his face...because **** that kid. His Team Lost and Your Team Won.

When you reached the men's room, the line was wrapped halfway around the upper deck. It seems you, Mr. Pew, weren't the only one having a gay day. In fact, practically every piece of shit in Jackson County who outweighed his own SAT score must have been standing in that line. As you slowly made your way to the front of the line through your drunken haze, you had a moment of clarity. "Surely there must be something more I can do to kick things up a notch once the playoffs roll around in two weeks. I don't want to be just another bald-headed face in the crowd. I want to stand out. I want to show them just how true a fan I am. Also, I think im going to have hard gas."

Finally, you waddled your dumpy ass up to the trough style urinal, fished your dick out through your fly and let loose that perfect, foamy piss. The feeling was pure bliss. It was so good that you almost didn't hear the guy next to you start chatting you up...

"Hey man" you heard in a deep voice next to you..."nice watch". As you shook the last trickle from your sad little dong, you felt a shiver go up your spine...and not the typical shiver you get after a long piss. This shiver came from somewhere deep in your soul...as if you just heard the voice of God himself. When you looked up, what you saw made you proud to be an American.

This was no ordinary man. This was a man...in a homemade costume...with ****ing sequins and shit. He was glorious. In a red sea of fat ****s with their Chiefs jerseys tucked into jeans and their belts cinched so tight they all looked like someone started to make a balloon animal and then gave up after the first twist, this man's fandom shone like a lite brite.

"Do you know who I am" he asked...but he didn't wait for an answer..."I'm Elvis...'s impersonator. See? I've got a cape with ****in' glitter and shit. That makes me a superfan...and superfan is a level above truefan. I've been watching you, and I think you've got real potential. How would you like to join me and my band of jock sniffing clowns as we make history while the Chiefs march through the AFC pretenders en route to the Superbowl?"

So what's it going to be, Mr. Pew? Do you:

A. Tell that swish to **** right off and take his puff-painted cape wearing, rhinestone sunglass sporting, bouffant hairdo styling ass back to Graceland?

B. Walk out the door without saying a word, drive home hammered, and slap your pig of a wife around for not cleaning the dog shit off the carpet like you told her to?

C. Take back all the kids Christmas gifts, and use that money to buy as much fabric and hot glue as $53 will get you at Hobby Lobby?

Part 2.

You have decided to ruin your under-achieving, disruptive children’s Christmas. Good Choice. It’s not like those little ****s even really like the Chuefs. They don’t know about the sacrifices you make so you can selfishly cheer on the perpetual mediocrity of the Chuefs.

You enter your local Wal-Mart to return the paltry gifts you bought your children (Chiefs tickets are expensive and require sacrifices. Remember?), you are faced with a mammoth decision.

Should you split your purchases amongst make up and fabric so you can resemble the Freddie Mercurian superfan who drove you to this decision, or should you attempt to be creative?

On one hand, you have a very unimaginative Las Vegas caricature of a drug addled dead rock star that you could emulate. On the other hand, you could be a drug-addled alcoholic eclectic type of character that you have seen on the jumbo-tron during your drunken truefan Sundays who gives you a truefan chubby when you see him because of his enthusiasm for mediocrity.

Between the Wal-Mart and Hobby Lobby, you decide to buy a pint of the cheapest vodka the liquor store has because you need to keep drinking so you don’t get a headache.

Choices…..so many choices…..

Do you :
A: Imitate the countless Elvis impersonators
B: Head to the local thrift store in search of as much random Chuefs apparel that you can find and hopefully some sweet Zubaz pants
C: Attempt to be creative.
D: Say **** this, I need more liquor. Christmas is already ruined anyways.

Part 3.

Good morning, Ray. It's Christmas...but more importantly, it's a victory Monday. It's going to be a great day once the hangover wears off. In the meantime, you've got to get the hell out of the house. Between the dogs barking and the kids bitching about Santa Claus not coming, you're never going to kick this headache.

You open up your closet, and there it is...your costume in all it's puff-painted glory. This time, it wasn't an alcohol fueled hallucination. You really did it. You are a superfan, and you have work to do. The team needs you. The city needs you. You have a jersey, a foam finger, a pair of zubaz, and all the respect and admiration that comes along with being a grown man wearing a piecemeal costume in December. Just as you start to wonder what you're going to do with your newfound superfandom, the phone rings. Somehow, you already know who is on the other end of the line.

"Where are you?" the voice barked into your ear. "You were supposed to meet us at the children's hospital 20 minutes ago". It was Elvis...'s impersonator, and he was none too happy with you for forgetting your first charity event as a superfan. Fortunately, you had your wits about you... "I...I can't make it. I'm a registered sex offender. They won't let me within 500 feet of that place". But The King wasn't having it. "We're all registered sex offenders, Ray...but our alter egos aren't. Ray Pew is a child molester, but The Human Joystick is just a guy who brings joy to young children by letting them sit on his lap while he wears extremely thin pants. Now get your ass down here before X-Factor spreads his love all over them first."

You grab one of your brats and race to the car. "Where are we going, daddy?" she asks. "WE aren't going anywhere. I am getting the **** out of here. YOU are going to blow through this tube for ten seconds so daddy's car will start". And with that, you were off to the children's hospital to spread your seeds of love all over those frail little angels.

When you reach the hospital, you see the superfans in the lobby. They're kind of hard to miss, after all. "Okay, just follow us and act like you know what you're doing" one of them says to you, and off you all went...to give these kids a little ray of sunshine, put some pep in their step, and fill them with spunk.

But when you got to the room, the kids weren't quite as happy to see you as you had imagined (plus, it was clear that they only put the best looking ones on the billboards...kind of false advertising, you thought to yourself). "What the hell is this?" asked one of the kids. "They told us NFL Hall of Famers were coming to visit us for Christmas. You all look like a bunch of middle aged neckbeards playing dress-up. I should have known something was up when I saw the van pull into the parking lot with 'Love Me Tender' painted on the side...sweet Zubaz, though. Now go home before I hit the nurse button...or better yet, go chug a bottle of AIDS. This place is crawling with it."

So what do you do now?

A. Go home and slam a bottle of antifreeze

B. Unplug the little prick's ventilator

C. Head over to One Camarohead Drive and start camping out for the start of Chiefs' title run

**Saul Good** · 01-08-2015, 03:42 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Numbah One

**** my kids. I'm joining the Superfans, because Steve Bono and the No. 1 seed only come around once, baby.

I choose option C.

**** yeah. When your Fullback leads your team in receptions on the season, you know it's destiny.

crazycoffey · 01-08-2015, 03:47 PM

TL/DR

Pasta Little Brioni · 01-08-2015, 03:57 PM

I was,a special consultant to Saul on this

**Saul Good** · 01-08-2015, 04:39 PM

The next chapter is in...What do you say, Dicky McElephant?

You have decided to ruin your under-achieving, disruptive children’s Christmas. Good Choice. It’s not like those little ****s even really like the Chuefs. They don’t know about the sacrifices you make so you can selfishly cheer on the perpetual mediocrity of the Chuefs.

You enter your local Wal-Mart to return the paltry gifts you bought your children (Chiefs tickets are expensive and require sacrifices. Remember?), you are faced with a mammoth decision.

Should you split your purchases amongst make up and fabric so you can resemble the Freddie Mercurian superfan who drove you to this decision, or should you attempt to be creative?

On one hand, you have a very unimaginative Las Vegas caricature of a drug addled dead rock star that you could emulate. On the other hand, you could be a drug-addled alcoholic eclectic type of character that you have seen on the jumbo-tron during your drunken truefan Sundays who gives you a truefan chubby when you see him because of his enthusiasm for mediocrity.

Between the Wal-Mart and Hobby Lobby, you decide to buy a pint of the cheapest vodka the liquor store has because you need to keep drinking so you don’t get a headache.

Choices…..so many choices…..

Do you :
A: Imitate the countless Elvis impersonators
B: Head to the local thrift store in search of as much random Chuefs apparel that you can find and hopefully some sweet Zubaz pants
C: Attempt to be creative.
D: Say **** this, I need more liquor. Christmas is already ruined anyways.

Coochie liquor · 01-08-2015, 06:23 PM

Oh god, I hope he buys more liquor.

**The Franchise** · 01-08-2015, 06:37 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Saul Good

The next chapter is in...What do you say, Dicky McElephant?

You have decided to ruin your under-achieving, disruptive children’s Christmas. Good Choice. It’s not like those little ****s even really like the Chuefs. They don’t know about the sacrifices you make so you can selfishly cheer on the perpetual mediocrity of the Chuefs.

You enter your local Wal-Mart to return the paltry gifts you bought your children (Chiefs tickets are expensive and require sacrifices. Remember?), you are faced with a mammoth decision.

Should you split your purchases amongst make up and fabric so you can resemble the Freddie Mercurian superfan who drove you to this decision, or should you attempt to be creative?

On one hand, you have a very unimaginative Las Vegas caricature of a drug addled dead rock star that you could emulate. On the other hand, you could be a drug-addled alcoholic eclectic type of character that you have seen on the jumbo-tron during your drunken truefan Sundays who gives you a truefan chubby when you see him because of his enthusiasm for mediocrity.

Between the Wal-Mart and Hobby Lobby, you decide to buy a pint of the cheapest vodka the liquor store has because you need to keep drinking so you don’t get a headache.

Choices…..so many choices…..

Do you :
A: Imitate the countless Elvis impersonators
B: Head to the local thrift store in search of as much random Chuefs apparel that you can find and hopefully some sweet Zubaz pants
C: Attempt to be creative.
D: Say **** this, I need more liquor. Christmas is already ruined anyways.

I've made my choice.

Quote:

B: Head to the local thrift store in search of as much random Chuefs apparel that you can find and hopefully some sweet Zubaz pants

In58men · 01-08-2015, 07:16 PM

https://vine.co/v/OpvdA1507lA

**Dave Lane** · 01-08-2015, 08:56 PM

I gotta go A here and say after this I may be gay for Saul Good.

**Dave Lane** · 01-08-2015, 09:01 PM

But I shall wait for a new chapter. I used to love doing these as a kid.

**Saul Good** · 01-09-2015, 08:17 AM

610 is literally doing a choose your own adventure at a Chiefs game bit right now.

Pasta Little Brioni · 01-09-2015, 08:26 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Saul Good

610 is literally doing a choose your own adventure at a Chiefs game bit right now.

They read the planet. That much has always been certain.

**Dave Lane** · 01-09-2015, 09:48 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Saul Good

610 is literally doing a choose your own adventure at a Chiefs game bit right now.

Is PGM cockblocking you from finishing this grand adventure?

**Saul Good** · 01-09-2015, 09:53 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Dave Lane

Is PGM cockblocking you from finishing this grand adventure?

Not at all. I only wrote the first portion. There are three other writers on standby. The last one is a first time roaster. This next one is coming from a previous roaster with a history of being...less than reliable but typically worth the wait.

**Dave Lane** · 01-09-2015, 09:55 AM

I'll bet he won''t give you the new chapter.

Pasta Little Brioni · 01-09-2015, 09:55 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Dave Lane

Is PGM cockblocking you from finishing this grand adventure?

This makes no sense at all given my comments Loon

01-08-2015, 03:13 PM
Saul Good Quit your bullshit Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Bored of winning Casino cash: $10052799	Choose Your Own Roasting Adventure The 2015 Roasts are officially underway. We are going about this one a little differently, though. Those getting roasted will get to take an active role in their own queer little adventure. I will begin writing the story. The story will progress until there is a decision to be made. At that time, the roastee will get to choose which path he wishes to follow. Depending on the choice, a different roaster will pick up where I left off and continue with the story. The roasters who will be writing have been pre-screened, but they won't know which of them will be contributing until the roastee makes his selection. After being named the #1 poster on CP in 2014, Clay gets the honor of starting off 2015. Part 1. The year is 1995. You are a fat, bald piece of shit with nothing to look forward to in life 357 days out of the year. But today is not one of those days. This is gameday at Camarohead Stadium, and you have a ticket. You always have a ticket...because you are a true fan, and true fans have season tickets. Yes, they're expensive. Far too expensive for a blue collar, working class slob like yourself some might say. But true fans have to make sacrifices. Besides, it's not like any of those little shithead kids of yours are going to need a college fund anyway. You are a man, and you have earned the right to spend 10% of your annual salary on football tickets, parking passes, food, and beer...SO much **ing beer. Your name is Ray, and this is your day. It's a gay day with Ray. After rolling into the parking lot at 9 AM sharp, you set up shop, and you did it up right. You had a full cooler of ice cold beer, a bag of pork rinds, and a grill firing up your specialty...slices of that square bologna with the little cheese bits scattered throughout...smoked to perfection and wrapped around vienna sausages with a toothpick stuck through them to add a touch of class. Humanity scratched and clawed its way to the top of the food chain so you could fry up the tastiest pieces of every animal that got in our way. If there's a better way to spend Christmas Eve, it's news to you. But the day did get better. The Chiefs got off to a hot start and didn't let up. They pounded the Seahawks while you pounded beers, and home field advantage throughout the playoffs was secured. As the clock struck 00:00, you triumphantly tomahawk chopped your way towards the men's room to let loose $200 worth of light beer from your bladder. As luck would have it, you even passed a teenaged kid wearing Seahawks gear. Obviously, you slapped the shit out of him before spitting right in his face...because that kid. His Team Lost and Your Team Won. When you reached the men's room, the line was wrapped halfway around the upper deck. It seems you, Mr. Pew, weren't the only one having a gay day. In fact, practically every piece of shit in Jackson County who outweighed his own SAT score must have been standing in that line. As you slowly made your way to the front of the line through your drunken haze, you had a moment of clarity. "Surely there must be something more I can do to kick things up a notch once the playoffs roll around in two weeks. I don't want to be just another bald-headed face in the crowd. I want to stand out. I want to show them just how true a fan I am. Also, I think im going to have hard gas." Finally, you waddled your dumpy ass up to the trough style urinal, fished your dick out through your fly and let loose that perfect, foamy piss. The feeling was pure bliss. It was so good that you almost didn't hear the guy next to you start chatting you up... "Hey man" you heard in a deep voice next to you..."nice watch". As you shook the last trickle from your sad little dong, you felt a shiver go up your spine...and not the typical shiver you get after a long piss. This shiver came from somewhere deep in your soul...as if you just heard the voice of God himself. When you looked up, what you saw made you proud to be an American. This was no ordinary man. This was a man...in a homemade costume...with ing sequins and shit. He was glorious. In a red sea of fat s with their Chiefs jerseys tucked into jeans and their belts cinched so tight they all looked like someone started to make a balloon animal and then gave up after the first twist, this man's fandom shone like a lite brite. "Do you know who I am" he asked...but he didn't wait for an answer..."I'm Elvis...'s impersonator. See? I've got a cape with in' glitter and shit. That makes me a superfan...and superfan is a level above truefan. I've been watching you, and I think you've got real potential. How would you like to join me and my band of jock sniffing clowns as we make history while the Chiefs march through the AFC pretenders en route to the Superbowl?" So what's it going to be, Mr. Pew? Do you: A. Tell that swish to right off and take his puff-painted cape wearing, rhinestone sunglass sporting, bouffant hairdo styling ass back to Graceland? B. Walk out the door without saying a word, drive home hammered, and slap your pig of a wife around for not cleaning the dog shit off the carpet like you told her to? C. Take back all the kids Christmas gifts, and use that money to buy as much fabric and hot glue as $53 will get you at Hobby Lobby? Part 2. You have decided to ruin your under-achieving, disruptive children’s Christmas. Good Choice. It’s not like those little s even really like the Chuefs. They don’t know about the sacrifices you make so you can selfishly cheer on the perpetual mediocrity of the Chuefs. You enter your local Wal-Mart to return the paltry gifts you bought your children (Chiefs tickets are expensive and require sacrifices. Remember?), you are faced with a mammoth decision. Should you split your purchases amongst make up and fabric so you can resemble the Freddie Mercurian superfan who drove you to this decision, or should you attempt to be creative? On one hand, you have a very unimaginative Las Vegas caricature of a drug addled dead rock star that you could emulate. On the other hand, you could be a drug-addled alcoholic eclectic type of character that you have seen on the jumbo-tron during your drunken truefan Sundays who gives you a truefan chubby when you see him because of his enthusiasm for mediocrity. Between the Wal-Mart and Hobby Lobby, you decide to buy a pint of the cheapest vodka the liquor store has because you need to keep drinking so you don’t get a headache. Choices…..so many choices….. Do you : A: Imitate the countless Elvis impersonators B: Head to the local thrift store in search of as much random Chuefs apparel that you can find and hopefully some sweet Zubaz pants C: Attempt to be creative. D: Say this, I need more liquor. Christmas is already ruined anyways. Part 3. Good morning, Ray. It's Christmas...but more importantly, it's a victory Monday. It's going to be a great day once the hangover wears off. In the meantime, you've got to get the hell out of the house. Between the dogs barking and the kids bitching about Santa Claus not coming, you're never going to kick this headache. You open up your closet, and there it is...your costume in all it's puff-painted glory. This time, it wasn't an alcohol fueled hallucination. You really did it. You are a superfan, and you have work to do. The team needs you. The city needs you. You have a jersey, a foam finger, a pair of zubaz, and all the respect and admiration that comes along with being a grown man wearing a piecemeal costume in December. Just as you start to wonder what you're going to do with your newfound superfandom, the phone rings. Somehow, you already know who is on the other end of the line. "Where are you?" the voice barked into your ear. "You were supposed to meet us at the children's hospital 20 minutes ago". It was Elvis...'s impersonator, and he was none too happy with you for forgetting your first charity event as a superfan. Fortunately, you had your wits about you... "I...I can't make it. I'm a registered sex offender. They won't let me within 500 feet of that place". But The King wasn't having it. "We're all registered sex offenders, Ray...but our alter egos aren't. Ray Pew is a child molester, but The Human Joystick is just a guy who brings joy to young children by letting them sit on his lap while he wears extremely thin pants. Now get your ass down here before X-Factor spreads his love all over them first." You grab one of your brats and race to the car. "Where are we going, daddy?" she asks. "WE aren't going anywhere. I am getting the ** out of here. YOU are going to blow through this tube for ten seconds so daddy's car will start". And with that, you were off to the children's hospital to spread your seeds of love all over those frail little angels. When you reach the hospital, you see the superfans in the lobby. They're kind of hard to miss, after all. "Okay, just follow us and act like you know what you're doing" one of them says to you, and off you all went...to give these kids a little ray of sunshine, put some pep in their step, and fill them with spunk. But when you got to the room, the kids weren't quite as happy to see you as you had imagined (plus, it was clear that they only put the best looking ones on the billboards...kind of false advertising, you thought to yourself). "What the hell is this?" asked one of the kids. "They told us NFL Hall of Famers were coming to visit us for Christmas. You all look like a bunch of middle aged neckbeards playing dress-up. I should have known something was up when I saw the van pull into the parking lot with 'Love Me Tender' painted on the side...sweet Zubaz, though. Now go home before I hit the nurse button...or better yet, go chug a bottle of AIDS. This place is crawling with it." So what do you do now? A. Go home and slam a bottle of antifreeze B. Unplug the little prick's ventilator C. Head over to One Camarohead Drive and start camping out for the start of Chiefs' title run Last edited by Saul Good; 01-14-2015 at 04:31 PM..
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01-08-2015, 03:47 PM	#17
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01-08-2015, 04:39 PM	#19
Saul Good Quit your bullshit Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Bored of winning Casino cash: $10052799	The next chapter is in...What do you say, Dicky McElephant? You have decided to ruin your under-achieving, disruptive children’s Christmas. Good Choice. It’s not like those little **s even really like the Chuefs. They don’t know about the sacrifices you make so you can selfishly cheer on the perpetual mediocrity of the Chuefs. You enter your local Wal-Mart to return the paltry gifts you bought your children (Chiefs tickets are expensive and require sacrifices. Remember?), you are faced with a mammoth decision. Should you split your purchases amongst make up and fabric so you can resemble the Freddie Mercurian superfan who drove you to this decision, or should you attempt to be creative? On one hand, you have a very unimaginative Las Vegas caricature of a drug addled dead rock star that you could emulate. On the other hand, you could be a drug-addled alcoholic eclectic type of character that you have seen on the jumbo-tron during your drunken truefan Sundays who gives you a truefan chubby when you see him because of his enthusiasm for mediocrity. Between the Wal-Mart and Hobby Lobby, you decide to buy a pint of the cheapest vodka the liquor store has because you need to keep drinking so you don’t get a headache. Choices…..so many choices….. Do you : A: Imitate the countless Elvis impersonators B: Head to the local thrift store in search of as much random Chuefs apparel that you can find and hopefully some sweet Zubaz pants C: Attempt to be creative. D: Say ** this, I need more liquor. Christmas is already ruined anyways. __________________ Today is not a good day to be a pussy.
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01-08-2015, 06:23 PM	#20
Coochie liquor Bolton gonna knock you out Join Date: Mar 2014 Location: Free Vybz Kartel Casino cash: $2742394	Oh god, I hope he buys more liquor.
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01-08-2015, 08:56 PM	#23
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01-08-2015, 09:01 PM	#24
Dave Lane Space Cadet and Aczabel Join Date: Aug 2000 Location: Kanab, UT, USA Casino cash: $9333275 VARSITY	But I shall wait for a new chapter. I used to love doing these as a kid. __________________ Thanks, Trump for the civics lesson. We are learning so much about RICO, espionage, sedition, impeachment, the 25th Amendment, order of succession, nepotism, separation of powers, 1st Amendment, obstruction of justice, the emoluments clause, conflicts of interest, collusion, sanctions, oligarchs, money laundering and so much more.
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01-09-2015, 08:17 AM	#25
Saul Good Quit your bullshit Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Bored of winning Casino cash: $10052799	610 is literally doing a choose your own adventure at a Chiefs game bit right now. __________________ Today is not a good day to be a pussy.
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01-09-2015, 09:55 AM	#29
Dave Lane Space Cadet and Aczabel Join Date: Aug 2000 Location: Kanab, UT, USA Casino cash: $9333275 VARSITY	I'll bet he won''t give you the new chapter. __________________ Thanks, Trump for the civics lesson. We are learning so much about RICO, espionage, sedition, impeachment, the 25th Amendment, order of succession, nepotism, separation of powers, 1st Amendment, obstruction of justice, the emoluments clause, conflicts of interest, collusion, sanctions, oligarchs, money laundering and so much more.
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