He speaks the truth. Hooray, that dumb holiday where we eat 300 pounds of food and say we're "thankful" for "things" is over, and now we can go back to doing hot, wet War On Christmassing to each other, like we liberals do. First we broke baby Jesus's heart
THAT'S IT! I knew there were more creatively disgusting members of the wonketariat. Aside: I've never been "courageous" enough to put a bumper sticker on my car supporting any leftist cause since my car gets banged up enough and people who get worked up about a fake edited video enough to kill would think nothing of hurting the person or property of a small Indian-American woman who looks like she won't fight back (my Karate is getting better, though.)
Oh, and he invoked our beloved comedian who eventually decided against using the racial epithet that evokes so much emotion (and who some white people get all butthurt about being criticized for saying, the so-called "political correctness." ) Also too, Pryor's comment makes more sense.
Being Communists, I assume we'll just give all up for the common good. Although I'm pretty sure that somewhere in the Wonkette terms and conditions that none of us read we agreed to assign all of the intellectual property and copyright rights that may exist in our comments (if comments were allowed) to Wonkette.
They pretty much already resemble turds already. That is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen. And speaking of photoshopping, I thought it was a joke for sure until I clicked on the link. Wow. Bet he sells all 10 of his "limited edition."
If I remember right, the War on Christmas started when they started making Christmas cards that said "Season's Greetings." At least my mother thought so. I also remember a sermon about how awful and heatheny "Jingle Bell Rock" was.
they know I'm a foulmouthed smart-ass - close enough.
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That was one fugly shirt. Would sell better if there were crosshairs surveyors marks over the "face".
I thought the style seemed familiar to a previous troll. But so many of them sound alike it.
Shill!
Yeah, I can do that.
THAT'S IT! I knew there were more creatively disgusting members of the wonketariat. Aside: I've never been "courageous" enough to put a bumper sticker on my car supporting any leftist cause since my car gets banged up enough and people who get worked up about a fake edited video enough to kill would think nothing of hurting the person or property of a small Indian-American woman who looks like she won't fight back (my Karate is getting better, though.)
Oh, and he invoked our beloved comedian who eventually decided against using the racial epithet that evokes so much emotion (and who some white people get all butthurt about being criticized for saying, the so-called "political correctness." ) Also too, Pryor's comment makes more sense.
considering how often the ads crash my computer and how much time I spend here, I'm reconsidering...
Being Communists, I assume we'll just give all up for the common good. Although I'm pretty sure that somewhere in the Wonkette terms and conditions that none of us read we agreed to assign all of the intellectual property and copyright rights that may exist in our comments (if comments were allowed) to Wonkette.
Well, I can't say I've never tried to "make friends" at Target or the grocery store, but we may be talking about different things...
Wouldn't he be the ugly-ass lamp?
They pretty much already resemble turds already. That is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen. And speaking of photoshopping, I thought it was a joke for sure until I clicked on the link. Wow. Bet he sells all 10 of his "limited edition."
*Mostly (just) butthurt. :)
If I remember right, the War on Christmas started when they started making Christmas cards that said "Season's Greetings." At least my mother thought so. I also remember a sermon about how awful and heatheny "Jingle Bell Rock" was.
She was right about Jingle Bell Rock. To me, that's the main reason for the War on Christmas.