Well he did share it around the time our friendship fell apart but it wasn’t the cause.
But I do remember the last thing he said to me was that I was cringe for posting the JFK Zootopia comic which was “borderline conspiratorial”
and I had only shared that in the first place because he posted beastiality Mpreg Remy smoking a cigarette with the caption “when you’re pregnant you’re smoking for two”
There were a lot of reasons why that friendship fell apart…
She corroborated Gore Vidal’s story, continuing: “That man [Johnson] was crouching over the corpse, no longer chuckling but breathing hard and moving his body rhythmically. At first I thought he must be performing some mysterious symbolic rite he’d learned from Mexicans or Indians as a boy. And then I realized – there is only one way to say this – he was literally fucking my husband in the throat. In the bullet wound in the front of his throat. He reached a climax and he dismounted. I froze. The next thing I remember, he was being sworn in as the new President.”
Source is The Realist magazine, issue #74, May 1967. “The Parts Left Out of the Kennedy Book.” Obviously satire, but it pissed off enough people that there were Congressional hearings about it.
Well he did share it around the time our friendship fell apart but it wasn’t the cause.
But I do remember the last thing he said to me was that I was cringe for posting the JFK Zootopia comic which was “borderline conspiratorial”
and I had only shared that in the first place because he posted beastiality Mpreg Remy smoking a cigarette with the caption “when you’re pregnant you’re smoking for two”
There were a lot of reasons why that friendship fell apart…
Oddly enough, the LBJ x JFK’s exit wound mpreg was neither cringe nor borderline conspiratorial
I think I’m gonna not click on that link
[CW: Necrophilia] Transcript
She corroborated Gore Vidal’s story, continuing: “That man [Johnson] was crouching over the corpse, no longer chuckling but breathing hard and moving his body rhythmically. At first I thought he must be performing some mysterious symbolic rite he’d learned from Mexicans or Indians as a boy. And then I realized – there is only one way to say this – he was literally fucking my husband in the throat. In the bullet wound in the front of his throat. He reached a climax and he dismounted. I froze. The next thing I remember, he was being sworn in as the new President.”
Source is The Realist magazine, issue #74, May 1967. “The Parts Left Out of the Kennedy Book.” Obviously satire, but it pissed off enough people that there were Congressional hearings about it.
Congressional level trolling.