Real Americans everywhere are recoiling in disgust at Mitt Romney's latest campaign move: He's inviting the wealthiest plutocrats to dine with him on Star Island, a literally insular retreat of the rich and powerful near Miami . The fat cats will have to pony up $50,000 apiece just to bask in Mitt's presence, with the campaign accountants using some kind of jiggery pokery to make a mockery of the
i really don't know how much more of this 'campaign' i can stomach.
i think i'm going to retreat to middle earth and pretend i'm arwen or galadriel or something like i did when i was an awkward wkinny teen with braces and too much hair.
i really don't know how much more of this 'campaign' i can stomach.
i think i'm going to retreat to middle earth and pretend i'm arwen or galadriel or something like i did when i was an awkward wkinny teen with braces and too much hair.
This what you do for a living, is it?
Great pic. You're not actually lynnrockets , are you? 'Cause if you are, I remember you fondly from the Mudflats.
And in other news, water is wet.
Ooooh, those come in Sausage and 4-Cheese varieties, don't they?
also: an irrelevance.
Maybe if it's small enough?
"goalposts on conception"
I thought this goalpost was moved to two weeks before a woman has sex with a guy.