Clarence Thomas now identifies as a white Republican female lesbian who weighs a slim 101 pounds soaking wet. The ink has yet to dry on the law she wrote banning her from being her.
A close friend of the Supreme Court Justice who is doing all he can to destroy freedoms and democracy and hand his nation to Putin or Xi or whomever can offer the most cash has said:
“Ginny told him to. She’s white and a lady, so Clarence should be too, but that means Ginny will have to identify as a lesbian. Which Clarence is soon to write into law as non-persons. But if Ginny won’t change her identity, then she won’t bang Clarence, who won’t exist, even in the xsack, despite the sounds and smells emanating from his bulk. Clarence says fuck surgery, he’s keeping his gavel – which is big and black, I mean white and average size, kinda – but Ginny says that would make him a trans, which then means he’ll have to change more laws forbidding … Oh, what? They already did that? So gay people can’t buy anything from homophobic store owners? Oh good, that’ll make Clarence – or Clarry, as he wishes to be called – and Ginny soooo happy. No wait, doesn’t that complicate this issue even more? I need a martini.”
Clarry and Ginny … isn’t there a song or a movie called that? Frankie and Johnny? Wha?
Clarry will be sitting on the bench in her new rainbow robe with sheer and tightie-whitie thong panties with just a tiny piss stain and a drop of semen wetting the cartoon cherry and its dialogue bubble asking: “Wanna pluck me?”
Filthy whores, all those Supreme judges … somebody outa write a new law into existence preventing their kind from wearing powdered wigs …
… this just in, Clarry Thomas is bringing back the powdered wig – in 20 luscious colours to fit any ensemble!
