"Arrr! A flood o' scurvy texts post-vote be callin' the F.B.I. to hoist their sails o' scrutiny!"
2024-11-07
Arrr, me hearties! Whispers of foul jests be flyin' from the Southern seas to the shores of New York, all the way to the Golden Coast of California! It be a ruckus fit for a scallywag’s ear! Batten down the hatches and prepare for a hearty laugh!
Ahoy there, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn of the storm brewin’ across the seven seas of land, from the swamps of the South to the bustling ports of New York, all the way to the sandy shores of California! Aye, ye heard me right! A ruckus be afoot, as a deluge of offensive missives be flyin' faster than a cannonball on a moonlit night!