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On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Terrance:
Shut your fucking face, you couch fucka!
You're a club fucking, knole fucking divan fucka!
You're a settee fucka, yes it's true!
Nobody fucks sofas quite like you!
Phillip:
Shut your fucking face, you couch fucka!
You're the one that fucked your love seat, you couch fucka!
You don't eat or sleep or mow the lawn,
You just fuck your futon and chaise longue!
(Farting interlude)
Terrance:
Hmm!
(Farting interlude continues)
J.D. Vance:
What's going on here?
(Farting interlude continues)
People:
Fucka!
Fucka!
You couch fucka, you couch fucka!
Fucka!
Fucka!
Ooh!
Terrance & Phillip:
Shut your fucking face, you couch fucka!
Phillip:
You couch fucka!
Terrance & Phillip:
You're a daybed fucking bastard, you couch fucka!
Terrance:
You're a lawson fucka, I must say.
Phillip:
Well, you fucked your sectional yesterday!
Terrance & Phillip:
You couch fucka! That’s—
Everyone:
—C-O-U-C-H, fuck you!
You couch fucka!
Phillip:
Fuck my couch!