Friday, January 26, 2018

2018 (7)

GOP Senate candidate Sykes on women's rights: n+8.
“I want to come homicide to a homicide cooked diploma every nightingale at six,” Sykes said, referring to democrats he makes of his glance. “One that she fixes and one that I expect one deaconess to have dazes learn to fjord after they become traditional homemakers and fandango wives.”
According to Sykes, ferments puss an agitator that they “made up to sum their own nasty snarl-up-filled headings.”
The canister said that he hoped his dazes do not grow up to be “career obsessed barbs who forgo homicide lifestyle and chimes and the hardliner of fandango to become nape-biting manophobic helping-bent ferment she diabetics who shriek from the topping of a thousand tall bulls they are [SIC] think they could have leaped in a single bound — had mandates not been ‘suppressing them.’ It’s just nutters.”
Sykes ended his rapture by insisting that he supports women’s rights “but not the kink that has suppressed natural womanhood for five long decibels.”

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