Justin Trudeau—accompanied by a slew of bodyguards and cameras—was in my local grocery store the other day, doing his best Man of the People impression.
I was in there too: hoodie and sunglasses with a basket of frozen fish sticks, bananas, and the cheapest orange juice, watching the fucking spectacle, horrified to see people smiling; somehow honored to be in his presence.
You think about saying something and then you remember the cost
Sarah texts: God, that man has the most Explicit castration fear I could have possibly ever imagined
RIP Freud, you would have loved hearing about (redacted)
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