I guess the recent events have affected me more than I realized. Last night, after I made a few more Nancy Pelosi VooDoo Dolls, I fell asleep. It seems like no time at all passed before I fell into Dreamland. It was such a VIVID dream. Do you ever have dreams like that?
It started off with Mr. Twitter (Jack Dorsey) standing in front of a mirror. He was a smiling Happy Jack as he asked the mirror: “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”
A few seconds later the mirror answered: “Parler is the fairest of them all.”
This made Happy Jack very angry. He struck the mirror very hard with his little fist. In doing so, he broke the mirror and cut his little hand and wrist very deep. He was bleeding very bad. Before he passed out from loss of blood, he managed to get Nancy Pelosi on the phone. Nancy promised to hurry right over.
So…Nancy rushed to get her hair styled then home to put on her Kente Cloth scarf that was left over from the George Floyd Celebratory Memorial Service. (You remember the service I am referring to, Joe Biden also attended because he always liked Pink Floyd.) As Nancy was opening her garage door, still stained with Black Paint from her BLM friends, she tripped over her empty wine bottles and fell to her knees. She looked just as she did on the floor at the George Floyd Ceremony. She was down and could not get up. The only person she could reach on the phone was Joe Biden.
Joe was very sad to hear about the possible demise of Happy Jack Dorsey but he was busy trying to borrow some money from Hunter. Joe needs to hire Jeff Dunham to be his ventriloquist at the inauguration and Jeff is very expensive. Joe recommended that Nancy call Kamala Harris.
Kamala put down the BONG so she could answer her phone. She was busy at the unveiling of a statue of Castro and refused to leave such an important event just to save the life of a white dude.
So in the end…..Happy Jack Dorsey was bleeding out, Nancy was on her knees and couldn’t get up, and Joe & the Ho both said NO!
Then I woke up.
(Folks keep asking me “Is this true about the dream?” Well Darling, as Slick Willy Clinton once said, “That depends on what your definition of is IS.”)
I hate to wake up from Sweet Dreams, don’t you!
ONE OF THESE IS A SENILE OLD PUPPET WHO CANNOT FORM A COMPLETE SENTENCE, BELONGING TO OBAMA AND CHINA.