You don’t wanna know what happens if you end up guessing right.
The ghost of Leon Czolgosz possessing the body of a never-Trump Republican
A wine mom with resting bitch face at the ready and a .22 with a water bottle on the end who’s had enough of Mango Musolini
His son, the one he forgets he has, found some of those party poppers with the confetti and cardboard disks and started playing with them nearby, hoping to win his distant father’s attention if he was perceived as celebrating hard enough.
One of the carboard disks caught the wind and gave him a papercut.
some weird qanon person who has dug themselves so deep that they think the only way to bring about the storm is to sacrifice trump
he was not known to the fbi