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Clinton: “A man who can be provoked by a tweet should not have his hands near the nuclear codes.”
Me: “A woman who couldn’t be trusted with confidential emails shouldn't even be near the White House.”
I’m probably the only one here one Tumblr who is voting for Trump, but I’d take him over that lying, crooked, traitorous Clinton any day.
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Blood Mary Poem
There once was a girl named Mary,
A young woman with many dreams.
Yet, internal scars did she carry,
Her pleas for help drowned by screams.
For her home life was not great,
Excuses she would often make.
Concluding she was stuck with this fate,
Mary began to slowly break.
She found herself at a mirror in her room,
The reflection of herself glaring.
And in her state of depression and gloom,
Did she take an action so daring.
The mirror was shattered by the young woman's fist,
A shard of glass she did retrieve.
Soon, blood poured down her wrists,
Until her life, at last, took leave.
There once was a girl named Mary,
A young woman with shattered dreams.
Her reflection in mirrors so scary,
Her name being the victims dying screams.
Around the world, people will hear,
Of the name of this woman, this evil force.
Then they'll repeat it thrice in the mirror clear,
Only to be met by a monster with no remorse.
Bloody Mary with glass protruding from her skin,
Bloody Mary with angry, black-colored eyes.
Bloody Mary with hatred within,
Will never stop until her target dies.
A/N: Please note that I am the one who made this poem and I would appreciate it if it doesn’t end up in another writer’s work. Also, the ongoing story that goes with this poem is available on Wattpad under the username RenegadeDrummer. Thanks! -Wolfwind97
My dad has been feeding crows in the yard for several years. It is now to the point that he just has to whistle for them and they’ll come flying into the yard. I was used to whistling every time I heard a crow.
Apparently, that’s only acceptable in the country and not the city.
I feel like an idiot. People probably think I’m a crow whisperer or something now.
While at a football game with my friends, we were stuck in a large crowd of people and my friend says this.
Friend: Now I know what it feels like to be a blocked artery.
I laughed for a good ten minutes.
Puns Come in Handy
So, my dad just put a door on the small space underneath the stairs. Once he finally put the doorknob on, this was our conversation. Dad: *turns the doorknob and opens the door* I believe this will come in pretty handy. Me: *stands there a solid minute in shock* You just made a pun. Dad: What’s a pun? Me: Handy. Dad, you just turned the doorknob and said it would come in pretty handy. Needless to say, I had to explain to him what a pun was because he still didn’t understand. XD
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