And then I think as my uncle Freddy, you know, looked down and said, look in the stroller, which was empty, and said, ‘Where’s Kamala?’ And apparently, they left me like a block behind. So they're marching away and, you know, shouting.
KAMALA HARRIS: She would tell the story about how they're marching, and this is back when strollers didn't really have armrests and seatbelts.
And then, as if it could get weirder, Harris suddenly yells surprise at her own surprise birthday party, like she's hosting the event for one of her multiple personalities. We don't know the truth, but whatever it is, the two then proceed to pantomime the most sexless imitation of a kiss imaginable, awkwardly rubbing faces through the gauze. He, for some reason, has a mask on his face, too, which suggests that they don't actually live together or indeed have ever met. This Kamala Harris then walks over to a man, press reports claim is her husband, who like her, is fully vaxxed. Just another masked birthday celebration. The head Alien is a supernaturally strange being called Kamala Harris, who, for reasons no one ever explains, walks into a room in the most secure building in the world with a piece of elasticized fabric over her face. It's like a roomful of aliens have gathered to act out this concept they've just heard about called happiness.
Somber everyone has a story free#
In the entire history of sad parties, it has got to take first place, talk about a mirth free event.
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