
Today FBI Director James Comey testified that he’s “mildly nauseous” over the idea that he might have swayed the election and tilted it away from an entirely competent, sane, lifelong politician, to an orange-tinted madman with no discernible skills or intelligence or grasp on basic history or facts.
This seems like an understatement, maybe?
Here are a few things that make me mildly nauseous:
โThree-day-old fish leftovers.
โA boat ride.
โUni sushi.
โWatching someone pick their teeth.
โThinking about going back to work on Sunday night.
โKim Karshasian’s butt-filler.
โRussell Wilson having sex.
โThe time the Seahawks lost the Super Bowl because they didn’t pass the ball to Marshawn.
โA spider crawling up my leg.
โSex with Billy Bob Thornton.
โTed Cruz’s face.
โCat puke.
โPicking up the dog’s poop.
โMike Pence doing anything.
โStepping in a fresh loogie.
โRancid meat.
Know what wouldn’t make me feel mildly nauseous? Tilting the election toward this fucking madmen.
That would make me sick. Does make me sick.
James Comey. Go home, you’re drunk.
