Monthly Archives: October 2017
Maybe a little terrifying, before bedtime.
Maybe it’s a Baby Ruth.
Maybe it’s Prison.
What story are they trying to push away with this lame skit? Uranium One? Hillary’s gone kind of quiet with her new “broken toe”, hasn’t she?
Anyway this is a Squirrel.
I’d also like to go ahead and post a treatment on Freddie I had started last evening, but then woke up today to see my semi-professional colleague, the widely acknowledged Prince of Politically Incorrect Insight And Analysis Scooter Van Neuter himself, had already broken the story that our President had tweeted the same photograph in reference to Rep Wilson, so my plan was crap.
So I have revised it. I did polish the image slightly, but only to enhance the appearance of Ferdinandina over the distorted image posted previously and all well within the limits of the established celebrity photoshopping regulations in use everyday. In this regard the photos vary. All else is 100% certified genuine original.
Maybe I missed it but I didn’t think slaves could opt out and leave their plantation in search of bigger money slaving away for someone other master. If they tried to run away, they were pursued. Most eventually were captured, beaten and sent back in chains.
Nobody is chasing Paperdick. Not even to be a slave.
I refuse to suffer alone.
He’s the senior bukkake model of the Late Night Clown Car Crew and he’ll tell you way more than you ever wanted to know about those Dots. (HINT: Most were self-launched.)
Heads up, Ladies. They have faces. Check carefully.
That’s a shame. It all went straight to his face. His own fault, as usual. He was warned to get off the douche water, years ago. For your own benefit, I’ll force you to scroll a bit to see it. Whatever happens, to you and/or to those who may be within your reach, it’s your own fault.
< To continue, you indicate affirmative approval and waive all liability on the part of this website. You must really hate yourself. But we don’t judge, keep going…
<Your final opportunity to avert your gaze and protect potential offspring from damage.
Yes, it’s a very good thing that she’s mentally ill. What fun could we have if she were well? She’s pure gold, the disconnected old lunatic.