It’s Christmas morning and who does The Great One find sleeping on his couch? None other than Captain Capitalism, Himself.
Once we have some coffee TGO digs out the microphone, fires up the 10 year old laptop and we slam out a podcast.
We talk about an assortment of topics most of which I don’t remember.
But what I do remember is cleaning out horse vaginas. On the night shift.
Days like these I’m happy I have a job in theatre.
I don’t make $21,000 a month on Patreon so why don’t you do me a favour and buy some shit you don’t need via my Amazon affiliate link at cls.link/amazon. Then I can buy yet another Supergirl statue I don’t need. ‘Cause it’s all about what we don’t need.
Send some commies to Canada. They said they would go if the Trumpenfuhrer was elected President but they are too dumb to figure out Canada is to the north and too poor to get there ’cause they have liberal arts degrees. Commies To Canada.
Speaking of Canada, if you hail from The Great White North and want to support my Supergirl habit I now have a Canadian Amazon Affiliate link which you can find at cls.link/canada. I have embraced diversity and will now take your Canadian Cuck Bucks.
Bitcoin me bitches and bitchettes. It’s the only crypto-currency that can be used to buy anything.