As Melanie is recently "quoted", "I know who I married". As do we.
I've always been curious about her choice of men. There are about 14M+ millionaires in the US (i don't know how many there were when she latched on to Dear Leader like a leech; 10M+?). There had to a few thousand who were more handsome, better behaved, better educated, more faithful, less vulgar, etc. Yet she passed on them in favor of the one of the worst. This either speaks to her lack of judgment, or something a bit more nefarious.
But being tactful she probably won't start collecting lampshades made of human skin until after her husband successfully cheats, lies and crimes his way to a second term in office - if he successfully does, all pagan gods and beneficent stars forbid.
That dress reminded me of the 1980s Wendy's commercial that was clearly bashing the Soviets for the benefit of Death Valley Ronnie: "Evening vear! Svim wear!"
WTF is a "lunchable suit"?
If I were queen of the world, "lunchable" "impactful" and "onboarding" would all be crimes against the English language.
As Melanie is recently "quoted", "I know who I married". As do we.
I've always been curious about her choice of men. There are about 14M+ millionaires in the US (i don't know how many there were when she latched on to Dear Leader like a leech; 10M+?). There had to a few thousand who were more handsome, better behaved, better educated, more faithful, less vulgar, etc. Yet she passed on them in favor of the one of the worst. This either speaks to her lack of judgment, or something a bit more nefarious.
Slightly more formal than the "snackable" suit.
Something you eat with a runcible spoon?
I would onboard myself as your Minister of Talkability and say "Here here!!"
Yikes.
Birds of a feather, peas in a pod, Tweedle-Dee and Twee-, ya know. She is on the same page, she is in on the grift, she gets NO pass. No parting gift.
One made by the famous fashion designer, Oscar Meyer.
Elitist!
For the fashionable, use cappellini to sew together rounds of bologna. Use celery as stays.
Look, it's less vomitous than anything perpetrated by this maladministration.
She was wearing the Irma Grese Collection from Hugo Boss circa 1933
"White, so no threat to anything or anyone that matters"
But being tactful she probably won't start collecting lampshades made of human skin until after her husband successfully cheats, lies and crimes his way to a second term in office - if he successfully does, all pagan gods and beneficent stars forbid.
You don't have to be queen of the world. They are.
That dress reminded me of the 1980s Wendy's commercial that was clearly bashing the Soviets for the benefit of Death Valley Ronnie: "Evening vear! Svim wear!"