My Dream Revenge On Paul Ryan
One day, as he is making his srs business about how nobody needs to be poor if they have a plan that he won't fund, or whatever, something he ate begins to make its urgent way out of him, in front of everyone.(Not that the press corps hasn't been telling us shit smells like rose petals for some time anyway, of course, but it will be hard for Ryan, whose voice becomes more hesitant, and his face more sweaty, as he notices the stain and starts to realize his frevent desire to make it to the men's room won't be gratified just yet.When I was in college, something was up with my digestion, and believe me, nothing will bring you more in touch with not being the boss of everything than a literal shitstorm.(It was a knock on my confidence, too, of course, but his could stand to be taken down, quite a lot, in my estimation.)