Sarah Palin calculates in her head how many of Bristol's "chances" will turn into out-of-wedlock babies. If there's one thing Sarah Palin knows, it's the thoughts of God. She even wrote her own Bible ! If there's one thing we're not sure either Sarah OR Bristol knows, it's how babbies are formed.
The quote from the horse's mouthpiece, Sarah: "The cool thing about puttin’ your faith in God is He certainly is a God of second chances and third and fourth and fifth chances. I screw up all the time!"
Sarah, Sarah, Sarah-- this isn't about puttin' your faith in doG, at all! It's about who put which dick into that clumsy daughter of yours. My Greatgrandpappy used to say, "T'ain't my'un, so must be yer'un!"
It's the snake venom rather than the snake oil that contains the neurotoxin that paralyzes one's naughty bits to promote abstinence. In her case she used the snake milk.
Well, if you claim to put your faith in God you can screw up repeatedly and declare that Jesus forgives you, all the while pointing fingers at others you don't like.
Ooooh, now I get it! Finally, a Palinism makes sense. doG says it's all good if Xtians fornicate (even when that pesky, ever-changing Old Testimony thingy keeps getting in the way of logisitical thanking!) because of love and warm fluffy stuff-- and doG is all about love, or is that hate? --like that, but do not let anyone else do it, cuz that's aggin' that Comman-- oops, Ten Generalisimisms thingies that we can ignore but you can't! So, we're all good if we're Palins, 'cuz doGgy lovin' and stuff, right?
Thank you, Sarah!P.S.: NOW will you shut up and go the hell away? Please?!
Nawwwww! Are you kiddin'?! or just high? That's what them thar doG-hatin' pooors down in Alabammmy are, 'cuz y'all knows how dark it gets down thar. Up here, in good ol' doG-fearin' country, Alas-wheeee-ka, USofA, babeee! we don't have none of them 'hooors here!
Batteries might have helped alleviate the situation, however.
"What this thing needs is more lube." --just about any mechanic, anywhere
. . . be anywhere close to any Palin!
I'm sure it is-- regularly!
You know what's said, "A spoonful a day . . . ."
". . . unless it was Wolverine. That bastid is K-R-A-Y-Z-E-E!"
The quote from the horse's mouthpiece, Sarah: "The cool thing about puttin’ your faith in God is He certainly is a God of second chances and third and fourth and fifth chances. I screw up all the time!"
Sarah, Sarah, Sarah-- this isn't about puttin' your faith in doG, at all! It's about who put which dick into that clumsy daughter of yours. My Greatgrandpappy used to say, "T'ain't my'un, so must be yer'un!"
It's the snake venom rather than the snake oil that contains the neurotoxin that paralyzes one's naughty bits to promote abstinence. In her case she used the snake milk.
Well, if you claim to put your faith in God you can screw up repeatedly and declare that Jesus forgives you, all the while pointing fingers at others you don't like.
You do know, right, that you're preaching to the choir? 'cuz you are.
Ball gags were invented for a reason, y'know.
Mmmm, Hon, being a single parent and 'doin' double duty', is Brisdull's choice. And don't forget, Tripp's daddy lives in Wasilla.
Oh well...Maybe instead they can call it "Gang Bangin Palin"...
I'll take Who's banging Bristle for $5, Alex.
Well she did get an IUD but had one fuck of a time swallowing it.
Ooooh, now I get it! Finally, a Palinism makes sense. doG says it's all good if Xtians fornicate (even when that pesky, ever-changing Old Testimony thingy keeps getting in the way of logisitical thanking!) because of love and warm fluffy stuff-- and doG is all about love, or is that hate? --like that, but do not let anyone else do it, cuz that's aggin' that Comman-- oops, Ten Generalisimisms thingies that we can ignore but you can't! So, we're all good if we're Palins, 'cuz doGgy lovin' and stuff, right?
Thank you, Sarah!P.S.: NOW will you shut up and go the hell away? Please?!
Nawwwww! Are you kiddin'?! or just high? That's what them thar doG-hatin' pooors down in Alabammmy are, 'cuz y'all knows how dark it gets down thar. Up here, in good ol' doG-fearin' country, Alas-wheeee-ka, USofA, babeee! we don't have none of them 'hooors here!