Are you ready to PARTY! Let’s get this party started right!
Ah yeah, all you cats and kittens, ready to climb outa your litter boxes, throw those masks away, tell the leaders of the world to suck it – it’s time to get funky!
And where is the best place to get stupid and awesome and loaded to the hilt?
FINLAND, BITCHES!
Even the PM of all Finns is getting it on! Damn, I wanna party with her. Imagine doing body shots off her abs? Damn! Suckin’ the nail polish off her toes? Double damn, girl! Or me and her gettin’ stupid drunk and just making out by the coat room, tongue wrestling, telling each other “Hello, I love you, can you tell me your name?” and promising each other the world, or breakfast the next morning, whichever comes first.
Why are there so man naughty hotties running Scandinavia? I don’t know and I don’t care.
When a PM acts like she’s a regular human being – gotta git me some!
Of course, if Boris Johnson or Putin or Trump (Do NOT let that man dance ever again!) dances and parties, then it’s disgusting and irresponsible and there should be a full investigation and/or impeachment and/or lots of yelling.
But when a gorgeous woman goes to a party and has fun fun FUN! I’m there! No criticism from me, no debate, no satire – it’s alllllll good!
Which ways is Finland? Maybe we can all trade in our shitty old crusty asshole thinblueline neo-Nazi asshole shitheads asshole fucktard …. I could go on … MALE leaders in for some girls, girls GIRLS!
Bring on the girls! Hot politicians are prettier when they puke from heavy alcohol consumption – that is a scientific FACT! (I think, I dunno … I’m as much of a scientist as is Bill Gates. Do NOT invite him, ever! He’s got his own party on La Isla Lolita.)
So to the PM of Finland, Sanna Marin, baby, honey, I will happily hold your hair when you puke at your next party. But you gotta invite me, ok? Please! Come on, we’re dying out here! What’s a party? Where can I find one? Can I live in your house for a while?
Pump up the jam, pump it up, pump it, pump it, pump it!
