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2 months agoThe year is 2032, the game is Russian Roulette… It’s your turn, you wipe sweat from your brow, courageously, you pick it up, and eat the head of romaine lettuce.
The year is 2032, the game is Russian Roulette… It’s your turn, you wipe sweat from your brow, courageously, you pick it up, and eat the head of romaine lettuce.
The day I take Dan Bongino’s word for anything…