...that things just aren't going his way."
Hot Karl Zimmler and I were sitting in his rattletrap van that was parked in a beach access smoking some Cambodian Red Dragon...
...and eyeballing some nubile young lasses wearing string Confederate flag bikinis who were oiling up in the parking lot and taunting a couple of geriatrics asking them "Do you want to grab my pussy?" & "Only Donald gets to touch this sweet ass!"
"Classy little broads aren't they? Anyway, you were talking about the Commissar getting a little jumpy about the current political situation."
"When I did that job for Scoop I got a little intrigued so I've been keeping an eye out on his Internet ramblings."
"Good job by the way on that Hulk Hogan anti-jerking off spa gig that Luther set you up with. So how did it go with your date with Flipper?"
"Awesome! She only threw up twice!"
"She's a trooper. So what about the Commissar?"
"For starters, his COVID-19 and wearing of masks conspiracy monkeyshit is coming back to haunt his ass!"
"Then Walmart, the church of the MAGA, has defied all Republican orders and has placed mandatory mask wearing rules in all of its stores, nationwide."
"Though he claims to be a Libertarian which is bullshit...he's actually got the Trump ultra-violet light shoved way up his ass...and now that the Republican party is about as popular as a turd in a punch bowl he doesn't know which way to turn. And the Florida press has been brutal! Shitting all over his mentor, DeSantis."
And insulting his base!
"So he decided to start kissing some ass early because there's going to be a regime change after November. So he shit on the GOP party, and tried to smooth the waters with the Pensacola News Journal after he practically compared them to The Daily Worker."
"But I'm saving the best for last! Take a look at this, bitch." He handed me an envelope with a photo in it.
I was so stunned my full beer slipped out of my hand, broke open, and soaked in with the rest of the two feet of garbage on the van floor.
"Holy fuck! Is that who I think it is?"
"Sure as shit looks like him. The Commissar felt so badly when the press shit all over him and Trump about the pardon that he invited him to Perdido Key to relax and unwind as long as he kept it on the down low and maintained a low profile."
"But that hasn't worked out too well."
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Thanks to Hot Karl for his continuing quest to find the truth!
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