#BoycottNRA

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Join me on Oct 13th & 14th at Arc Gallery during ArtSpan’s SF Open Studios in San Francisco
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Trump is a heap of moldy mashed potatoes that someone dumped out of a crock pot in the alley behind a deserted Piggly-Wiggly that’s been on fire for the past 607 days and no one can figure out how to douse the blaze, considering how all the snaggletoothed inbreds keep thronging the site to dip their fingers in the spoiled mess to get a taste of what it means to be a real, like, smart man. Hose it all down, let the gutters sort ‘em out.
Join me on Oct 13th & 14th at Arc Gallery during ArtSpan’s SF Open Studios in San Francisco
Trump is a hair ball stuck in your throat but when you go to the doctor he just stares at the x-ray, licking his lips and moaning lustily. What will happen to all the dirty MAGAmen when this is all over? Will they waft away like Trump’s reputation—a puff of dust expelled with a weak fart? Or will we have to drag them into classroom and libraries and teach them all to read from scratch? That’s when you notice your doctor has successfully removed the pesky hair ball, and now he’s smacking his lips and humming in delight as he tries to swallow what might be his last meal.
Trump is a doll house populated with a family of severed human pinkie fingers in tiny costumes, and the whole thing is advertised as The House of Giant Manhoods! When you point out to the mouthbreathing Cletus selling tickets that the tiny shriveled pinkies bear no resemblance to giant or even average male sex organs, he scratches his head in confusion. “But these are the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen,” and in an ironic sort of way, he has a point.
Join me on Oct 13th & 14th at Arc Gallery during ArtSpan’s SF Open Studios in San Francisco
Trump is a dirty peanut that wouldn’t digest and now it just circles the bowl, bumping into the other stray corn kernels and lumps of human waste circling the drain. Ready for the big flush?
Join me on Oct 13th & 14th at Arc Gallery during ArtSpan’s SF Open Studios in San Francisco
Join me on Oct 13th & 14th at Arc Gallery during ArtSpan’s SF Open Studios in San Francisco
Trump is a turd that got stuck halfway out of a hairy butt, but that hasn’t stopped 39% of America from putting a crown on it and bowing down.
Join me on Oct 13th & 14th at Arc Gallery during ArtSpan’s SF Open Studios in San Francisco
Trump is an inbred woodchuck who lost a twat gargling contest and is going to vaporize every single person on Earth to distract from his humiliation.
Trump is a lying rapist bigoted mobster incapable of perceiving or expressing the simplest human emotion beyond anger and self-interest, and the day that he’s planted in the ground like a dry old dog turd is the day that can’t get here soon enough. Death, if you’re listening...
Join me on Oct 13th & 14th at Arc Gallery during ArtSpan’s SF Open Studios in San Francisco
Sorry D.C.! Unfortunately, Hurricane Florence took no prisoners and squashed our plans 😞 to bring vegan fashion to out to you! We plan to be at the Vegan Roots festival in Charlottesville Virginia on Sept. 29th if you're in the area. . . . . . Regrann from @vegansrockapparel - Sorry folks but it looks like we are not going to make it to DC this year. All of our friends in Dc as well as Virgina, North Carolina and South Carolina please be safe!!! @dcvegfest #dcvegfest #vegfestworldtour 🌎 #Doshi #Doshishop #FFFTW  #firstfivefortheworld  #giveback  #fortheanimals  #briefcase  #backpack #bag #fashionbag #ethical #vegan #vegetarian #veganleather #animals #fashion #womensfashion #mensfashion #style #losangeles #nyc #toronto #seattle #portland #lifestyle #businesswear #BoycottNRA
Join me on Oct 13th & 14th at Arc Gallery during ArtSpan’s SF Open Studios in San Francisco
Trump is a chewed piece of Hubba-Bubba stuck to the bottom of a roadkilled raccoon and your half-brother Cletus is chewing his way through the gristle and fur to get at the gum as you watch, mouth agape. Far away, bald eagles hurl themselves into the maw of a volcano.
Trump is an old sock dipped in kerosene and stuffed with bottle caps and lard being sold as a breakfast burrito for 1.5 trillion dollars by a shirtless Russian homunculus on a street corner and you honestly can’t figure out how all the people lined up to buy one are going to pay for it.
Join me on Oct 13th & 14th at Arc Gallery during ArtSpan’s SF Open Studios in San Francisco
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