This is what happens when you truthfully answer who you voted for. And it wasn’t the one who won the popular vote, either. Politically incorrect speech is still a new concept to Snowflakes so you may want to take a more considered approach and just flash a delightful, knowing smile in lieu of some sarcastic snappy answer.
Naw. Just kidding. My horse Kona whacked me in the face with his head Wednesday morning because I wouldn’t give him any more cookies. Cupcake showed up home and was horrified for a moment wondering who had sucker punched me. I didn’t know I had it because it wasn’t there when I brushed my teeth that morning. It’s a daisy. Maybe this would be a good time to file for PTSD and use the picture as evidence I can’t control my temper.
Of note, too, is this is the first shiner I’ve ever received where no alcohol was involved and it wasn’t over a woman.
Here’ the 1465 Lb. disgruntled voter that bushwhacked me: