Rubber Chicken

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The brig in Norfolk smelled like bleach, rust, and broken dreams. Damian sat on the lower bunk in his orange jumpsuit, squeezing a squeaky rubber chicken in each fist like they were nunchaku.“That bottle blonde with the toy sword thinks she’s hot shit,” he told the other detainees, who were already trying not to laugh. “Brown belt my ass. What that bitch needs is some sausage and a good spanking. Knock her up. I’m gonna claim her with these sexy rubber chickens.Continue Reading

Toddler Trump, Tanks for the Birtday

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The Woke True Folk toss me mock-worthy grenades, but Trump’s outdone them with the Trump Military Parade 2025—a Soviet-style circus for his 79th and the Army’s 250th. Tanks roll, helicopters buzz, and Doc Holiday the dog struts while Cheetoh Satan brags it’s “better than ever.” I laugh at the dictator vibes, but the real joke? A $25 million ego trip that even Mao would envy. Dive into the full takedown at worldofwebb.net—subscribe for more satire that bites!Continue Reading