Hello, Wonkers, what a week we had! The Confederate flag died a timely death, Obamacare was saved AGAIN, and we now have the mandatory gay marriage the country has been craving for so long. Have you found your gay husband or wife yet? If not, you should find one in the comments, which are not allowed! Also, important update on Wonkette babby! As you can see above, she is now teaching math at the local university, isn't that exciting?
Well, I was a hippie. Heck, I probably still am one. Problem is, once I commemorated my 30th birthday, I quit trusting me. Now i'm so alienated from myself, and all my memories, I'm practically senile.
And a better command of English.
We've got just the guy. His name is Rapert. He's got it all, the Evangelical hair, the crotch beard, the rampant bigotry, he's a stunner...
http://www.arktimes.com/Ark...
Yeah! They are about as bright as a Temperance Society that hires a skid row wino as their spokesperson.
Strange. The mooses with antlers are usually male. Does his fur look rainbow hued in a certain light?
Well, the liberal media did copy and paste her direct comment/announcement. It's awful how they twist things.
One is the baby. One is the niece. And one is the animatronic baby from American Sniper. But which?
And the Holly Spirit came on Bristle and she was with child.
Bad God! Bad God!
Gorillas are generally too gentle to be Republicans.
Well, I was a hippie. Heck, I probably still am one. Problem is, once I commemorated my 30th birthday, I quit trusting me. Now i'm so alienated from myself, and all my memories, I'm practically senile.
We've simply GOT to take that PhotoShop away from The Creator.
And may those diapers always land sunny side up when you drop them on the floor.
Just make sure that those two can't reproduce.
Would you like to live in a world which contains a passel of Coulter-Palin brats?
That all the Palins have in abundance.
The wingnuts were right! We shall now have to legalize inter-species unions.
My Midsummer Night's Wish is that Bristle gets her wish and drowns in oceans and oceans of privacy.
There's nothing worse than to have your words quoted verbatin, when they sound so much better while they spin in your head.