In his latest humiliation ritual, local socialist grifter Clayton Tucker glommed onto some old-lady fest and took a bunch of pictures of himself being ignored….
Oh, I’m sure they were “old” friends, all right. A majority of the citizens stupid enough to fall for Clayton Tucker’s fake rancher schtick are senile little old ladies. Many of whom likely won’t be alive in a year when the election rolls around.
But that didn’t stop Comrade Clayton from trying to badger them all night about monopolies!
As you can see, they are assiduously ignoring the grifting goatwanker. Talk about a haunting metaphor for his entire life’s futility. Sitting there blabbering nonsense about windmills and phantom monopolies while the old birds talk about knitting and their grandchildren.
Talk about a photo of concentrated sadness and failure.
The good people of Facebook didn’t waste time (1) complaining about his lack of work ethic in getting back to them and (2) calling him gay with a Brokeback Mountain insult…
It can take 24 to 48 hours to respond? BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Umm, what exactly is keeping you so busy all day, you tool? It certainly isn’t ‘ranching.’
You admitted you spend four hours a day in your toy truck driving around to these useless events. You can’t talk on the phone and drive at the same time? Odd, because earlier this year you were making gay videos and driving at the same time:
Guess Who’s One Of Those Douchebags Who Makes Videos While They Are Flying 80 MPH Down The Highway?
Believe it or not, that is NOT one of my burner accounts calling him a homo. Whoever is doing all these insults is my kind of guy, whoever he is. Keep up the good work!