Guys and (maybe) gals, get ready for love! (A Clockwork Orange?) Put on your best suit and/or dress (OK, who are we kidding? She won’t openly go gay, so, ladies, bark up another tree.)
Marjorie Taylor Greene is soon coming on the meat market, and she’s ready to rumble. You may get to catch a whiff of her at her gym, and when she does those squats, DAMN GIRL! She won’t say “I’m married, but flattered.”
Midgey is getting a divorce cuz her husband said … well, whaddaya think? He was married to her! We all make drunken mistakes. He has now woken (don’t say that to DeSantis) and saw what he was married to. A woman who goes out of her way to embarrass herself and anyone nearby. Like her husband. And her political party. And the country she was born in.
“I want to be a monk,” her soon-to-no-longer-be hubby said to some insiders who cannot be named or Marjorie could have them shot.
She’s on the warpath, so she’s taking all comers. (Sigh … not that way … though maybe, maybe she will. Didn’t she fool around on her husband once? I’ll check my facts … something Midge never does.)
So lads around the world, wanna have a hot date with an out of control whack job who just might give you another kinda job after dinner and shooting automatic weapons at books and pictures of Democrats while listening to a book on tape of Donald Trump reading the Bible?
She’s available … Soon … you might even get to take her to the sock hop and the milkshake shop since she pretty much acts like a fucking 16-year-old twat all the time.
Warning: if you get her pregnant, she HAS to keep the baby, and you is gonna be the baby daddy … unless you can cross the Mason-Dixon line faster than she can. Bang and run, boys, she’s already angry, you won’t be able to calm her down. Like riding a bull! She bucks … ok, I’m getting turned on, gotta make a call … (no, I can’t, I just barfed in my own mouth …)
