Donald Trump seems to have developed an unhealthy obsession with Hillary Clinton's ladyparts. At a festive, Christmas-themed rally (you could tell because the security goons beat protesters with boughs of holly) in Grand Rapids, Michigan, Monday night,
I read somewhere that the Singing in the Rain shtick was improvised in there (just like the "Burma" "why did you say that?" "I panicked!" since he really did panic when he forgot his next line.)
Everything involved with me speaking my native and only language has been losses. You take a look - Even my racism to Obama. I was going to birther beat down Obama. I don't know how I could be worse. I don't know. How does it get worse? But I was gonna beat, I was favored to win, in my own bitty mind, and I got schlonged. I lost. I lost. Being watched by America the other night (aka: a few years ago) at the Washington Correspondent's dinner as Obama owned me was hard. It was really hard. A type of hard I've never experienced with any other part of my body. A type of hard I never knew existed.
Oooooooooh, Obama! It’s disgusting. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s too disgusting. Don’t say it, it’s disgusting. We want to be very, very straight up. But we can't. We can't! It's always been you Bamz! It's always been you! Sob.
hey guys, have you ever been so cold you didn't want to pee because it felt like more heat was leaving your body?
Yes WE can!
I read somewhere that the Singing in the Rain shtick was improvised in there (just like the "Burma" "why did you say that?" "I panicked!" since he really did panic when he forgot his next line.)
they've got this cognitive dissonance thing down pat.
Kein Schwanz ist so hart wie das Leben.
"let my feces go!" (yeah, I know that was weak, also too, I read that as "ass-viper" although I guess they have "asps" down in Egyptland.)
Everything involved with me speaking my native and only language has been losses. You take a look - Even my racism to Obama. I was going to birther beat down Obama. I don't know how I could be worse. I don't know. How does it get worse? But I was gonna beat, I was favored to win, in my own bitty mind, and I got schlonged. I lost. I lost. Being watched by America the other night (aka: a few years ago) at the Washington Correspondent's dinner as Obama owned me was hard. It was really hard. A type of hard I've never experienced with any other part of my body. A type of hard I never knew existed.
Oooooooooh, Obama! It’s disgusting. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s too disgusting. Don’t say it, it’s disgusting. We want to be very, very straight up. But we can't. We can't! It's always been you Bamz! It's always been you! Sob.
AOT, K
It's also the Canadian equivalent of "get hosed hoser"
Exactly the way vultures cool themselves in the heat.
It's a schlong and winding road to the presidency, Mr. Trump.
Just how revolting can this guy get before his poll numbers start dropping?
Auf Deutsch, sicher.
Peeni have a use.
Surprise!!!
The Shadow