It's 2AM, you're on the way home from an evening of revelry.
You're stopped at a railroad crossing, and the weed burner goes by all alight.
Call out the National Guard. I swear, it was a monster, breathing fire, and prowling the countryside. I'm so lucky it didn't spot me.
What does my blood alcohol level have to do with it, I know what I saw!!
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The descent of man ~ Nixon, Friedman, Reagan, Trump.
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