A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, Mitt Romney's wife, Egg, had a dancey horse that was so good at prancing and mincing, it was going to prance and mince in the Olympics even! And because Mitt Romney does not know how to be a human husband, he was all, "That is Egg's thing,
Suck parts of a man's brain out through his penis?
Sure, no, right, it was the alzheimers that did it. I have it wrong.
Ah, someone else who didn't watch Arrested Development
i think there's a chance she may suck.
or well, i am fervently hoping she will as i like to see rich indulged types fail at things.
He's desperate to avoid having Egg on his face.
I'm getting tired of the irony myself.
Just wait until the final episode when Mitt finds Ann at the Bluth family yacht sleeping with GOB.
<a href="http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch\?v=LRq_SAuQDec" target="_blank">Already been done</a>.