• Washedupcynic@lemmy.ca
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    1 month ago

    When the moon is a lie and the flat earthers cry, that’s amore.

    When the sun really shines, flat earthers ask why, that’s amore.

    They are ding, ding-a-ling-a-lings

    ding-a-ling-a-lings and you’ll sing, “stupid fella”

    Brains are dead, flippy-flippy-fled, flippy-flippy-fled

    contracted rubella.