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Originally Posted by mooby
This article is perfect for this thread.
Joe Biden is the most senile, dementia-ridden puppet master criminal mastermind the US has ever seen.
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Nick Adams (Alpha Male)
@NickAdamsinUSA
This morning started like any other Thursday morning. I woke up at 4:45 am sharp, feeling an abundance of patriotism and overflowing with vigor to re-elect President Trump.
I had a little bit more thrust in my step than usual because, in less than 24 hours, I would be walking up to the first tee box. With one hand gripped around my stiff driver shaft and the other enveloping the neck of an ice-cold domestic beer, I’ll finally be back on the course.
I tweaked my back a few weeks ago and had been put on rest, but I’ve been feeling better and have been craving a foursome with the boys. Life just hasn’t been the same without them. Today I had an appointment with my medical team to give me final clearance to resume athletic activities.
The appointment went well, and I received the green light to get back at it. As the doctor was on his way out, he told me to hold back because a nurse would be in to take some routine blood work before I left.
After the nurse took my blood, I waited for a few minutes and then heard a muffled gasp emanating from somewhere down the hallway. A moment later, a team of nurses came in to dismiss me, but something about them was a little different. They had a twinkle in their eyes and a waggle in their walk.
As I walked out, the receptionist pulled me aside and said she needed to discuss something about my results. She leaned in very close and whispered in my ear, “Mr. Adams, your testosterone levels are the highest we’ve ever seen, and it’s not particularly close.” She suggested that we meet up after my round of golf for a “check-up,” but I quickly shut her down. “Sweetheart, I admire your confidence, but I’ve got a foursome with the boys on my mind, and the alpha bull has a lot of money on the line in a skins game.”
She was devastated but did her best to maintain her composure and remain professional. She sunk back into her seat and wished me a good day. As I was walking out the door, I faintly heard her say, “Hit ‘em straight, alpha bull.”
How I’m livin these day