BQ: Cora the Coronavirus........just when we think we've seen the last of you......
CORA: Surprise, Suck-Wad! I'm baaaacccck! With no vaccine, yet I'm ridin' high......and between the pool parties and the riots in the streets, I'm havin' the time of my life......while ending yours.
BQ: What's that book you're holding up in one of your little tendrils?
CORA: A bible, what else? I took a selfie of me holding this up in front of a church. For a public relations photo op.......I had to infect and kill 80 more people to clear out the place.....
BQ: You mean, like Trump tear-gassed innocent peaceful protesters to clear the way for his photo?
CORA: You betcha. I learn from the master.
BQ: That's idiotic. No one's going to believe you worship anything other than yourself....
CORA: Same at Trump, right? But even if every sane person in the world knew it was a joke, I couldn't resist trying it myself. After all, I consider Trumpy a huge apocalypse guru. He's tore this country apart so well before I got here, it made my job twice as easy......
BQ: Is that really a bible you're holding up?
CORA: Are you kidding? It's actually "Nursy's All Night Enema Party".......I looted it from a sex shop in New York last night! Along with some other quality merchandise.......I got away with their hottest item.....an inflatable Melania Trump.....
BQ: That sounds weird and disgusting.
CORA: I know! But unlike Trumpy, I didn't have to pay for mine! Heh, heh, heh......
BQ: Be gone, would you please.? You and Trump may be the two worst plagues that ever afflicted this planet.....
CORA: Why do you think I love the guy......a virus's best friend. Toodles!
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