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Today I went to Bistro Wasabi with my pa n' bro. There's just something about that food that's really damn satisfying. The seaweed/cucumber salad is simple, tasty, and refreshing, the soup is the same, and the sushi with ginger (I fucking LOVE ginger) is tasty as fuck. I get surprisingly filled there though...
So anyway, on the short ride back home, I ask my dad if he would sock Donald Trump in the gut if he could get away with it, he assured me he wouldn't. That pissed me off because I totally would punch that dickhead in the gut if I could. So then I asked him who, in the entire world, would he punch in the gut if he could get away with it, he responded, "Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, etc.". That's a good answer, so I left it at that. The thought of my dad punching these guys in the gut is entertaining in many ways; someone should really set that situation up.
And god DAMN did it snow last night...
So anyway, on the short ride back home, I ask my dad if he would sock Donald Trump in the gut if he could get away with it, he assured me he wouldn't. That pissed me off because I totally would punch that dickhead in the gut if I could. So then I asked him who, in the entire world, would he punch in the gut if he could get away with it, he responded, "Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, etc.". That's a good answer, so I left it at that. The thought of my dad punching these guys in the gut is entertaining in many ways; someone should really set that situation up.
And god DAMN did it snow last night...