After all these years, I must set aside my fears to step up and expose this person for what she is. And I have rock solid proof, look:
To this very day, I can’t be in the same room with an open can of tuna. I’ll projectile vomit, on account of she scarred me.
Hilzebub Rodham Podesta Clinton, flowing ooze that grows on stagnant sewage in the heat.
Most vile. Most evil. Most corrupt.
Sort of like smelly plutonium soup…
You think that’ll keep til Friday?
“Goldfish”, you say?
That was the line.
Hey kid see if you can find Web Hubble’s wristwatch while you’re down there.
Planes fly in and planes fly out………….
I’d recognize the back of Al Franken’s head anywhere!
And I thought Al was just hands-y.
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
My Media Credentials
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