I, Skeletor, Lord of Evil, Have a Message for the Republican Electorate
No matter what I do, you keep supporting me. When I say, “I help no one but myself!”, you cheer! Why!? That means I won’t help you!
Rick is a comedy writer from Jersey City, NJ. He's studied sketch writing at the Upright Citizen Brigade, satire writing at the Second City, and television writing by binge watching Netflix. His writing has also appeared in The Weekly Humorist, Robot Butt and The Higgs Weldon.
No matter what I do, you keep supporting me. When I say, “I help no one but myself!”, you cheer! Why!? That means I won’t help you!
I offended my hosts yesterday when I criticized their dining options. I guess they don't recognize a paleo guru when they see one.
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