"I have - this is true - friends back in Scranton who woke up dead from drugs. They lived next to the Black Hispanic church I was raised in - right down the street from where my father worked the coal mines for 78 years and donated every dime - (whispers) every dime - to the *insert identity-politic demographic here*"
Dude is such a fucking clown.
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"True story.
You think I'm joking.
The kids ran their hands down my leg after being on my lap. This is back when Corn Pop & I graduated top of my class when the smartest man I know, Hunter, was just a baby, right before my son Beau died in a firefight in Iraq during the Apollo mission. My house almost burnt down that day.
You know the thing.
I have a dream, we the people...two words describe that day...the blesst ever of smiggledarf.
Is that ot Nance?
I'm in in trouble?"