Hope she likes being on my crotch.
And ass.
I learned the flag sacrilege from the MAGA peeps at the January 6 insurrection. Pardoned or not. (And check the recitivism on that group of criminals.) The things they’ve done to the American flag, well, my junk seems quaint next to it.
And so our pelvic celebration of the 250th birthday of America continues.
As can be seen, and correctly surmised from my upper-body attire, my affection lies more with London, England these days than Washington, DC. (Relax – it’s only because I hate fascism and dictators and rapists – and all those who enable such monsters to flourish.)
