As President, I’ll end Rick Perry’s and his kind’s ability to process oxygen, or just send him to space where there is no oxygen. Perhaps I’ll alter his physiology so that he can only breath gay people, thus requiring him to desire the very existence of that which sickens him. Picture it, a constant flow of tiny gay people flowing in and out of his lungs as he screams for Jesus to help end his torment.
i…dont know if i should laugh or facepalm the fuck outta my hands…
(via lazyincoherency)
