Tucker: Why did you invade Ukraine?
Putin: Very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there...
@sophielouisecc Fuck off, you bought and paid for mouthpiece for special interests. Everything you tweet is just bile, in the really really world you're just an attention seeking non entity who would attract less attention than the local spiced up nutter shouting in the middle of the town
@sophielouisecc Fuck off, you bought and paid for mouthpiece for special interests. Everything you tweet is just bile, in the really really world your just an attention seeking non entity who would attract less attention than the local spiced up nutter shouting in the middle of the town centre