After listening to Donald Trump put the lewd in collude, I considered doing something more highfalutin in this space today. I came to my senses and decided to wallow in the gutter.
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Is it just me, or does that wrinkle in the James-Dean-Lookalike’s pants pointing at her wrist look like a… nah, never mind. Just my gutter thoughts.