May 7, 2020
So Davey H waxed concerned with some dread as things he has learned resound in his head. He has grown weary of bad news – the sordid dis-ease-suffused dreck he reluctantly seeks while ensconced on his cheeks. ‘Better witty than shitty’, he speaks. Some of his cohorts take everything way too hard instead of with a grain of salt; of course they ignore that Davey H bard, but that’s not all their fault. Today is the dreaded April 15th as Davey H lapses into a slump as he tries not to think or raise a big stink over so-called president Trump.