AC has done it again. She has contemplated, wished for, and potentially called for the death of a presidential candidate.
She not only thinks like a death's head, she resembles a Totenkopf more and more every day. It must be some sort of heavy metal, satanic thing she has. No uproar. No Rev. Sharpton. No one cares? Let's get it right: Imus says something and gets fired; AC calls for Death and it's all a laff. Cute Country. Keep calling for Death and see what happens. AC, go to Samara and drink black coffee in the early evening.
Try to keep your Appointment in Samara. Your friend, Julius Streicher, looks forward to seeing you again.
Try to keep your Appointment in Samara. Your friend, Julius Streicher, looks forward to seeing you again.
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