Offensive Play

The snowflake landed on her nose. All I wanted to do at that point was laugh and take a picture. Apparently, the sight of a red MAGA hat triggered her and she started screaming how offended she was and “Trump’s not my president!”

Well, she started jumping up and down, getting more hysterical by the second, her cheap makeup starting to smear from an exaggerated crocodile tear. Someone behind her suggested that we build a wall and she whirled around, furiously accusing him of grabbing her by the pussy.

It was at this point that people began recording her antics on their phones. Unfortunately, I had forgotten mine in the truck. I was taking pictures of the bump stock on my AR-15 “assault rifle” when I realized the battery needed to be charged and it was still plugged in.

The salty tears of socialism had begun to puddle at her feet and she slipped and bounced her face off the tiles. Honestly, my first reaction was to help her up but then I realized the “she” was a “he” so I stepped over “it” to place my order of bacon to go.