Fellas, don't you just hate it when that hot chick in high school algebra you used to fantasize about has the audacity to show up at your 50th high school reunion and is no longer 16 and perky and filling out her cardigan in that perky 16-year-old way anymore because of how she is no longer 16?
Considering how typical GOP wingers do more projection than the local cineplex, I wouldn&#039;t doubt that Mr. Tit Creeper lashed out at [redatced Boobie Babe] because his peener didn&#039;t do anything at all, certainly not the way it used to when he simply <i>thought</i> about getting a hug from her. &quot;My dingus doesn&#039;t work right, it is because her bewbs sagged. What else could it be?&quot;
Also, if you got your knuckles rapped so hard and/or so repeatedly for brazenly gawking at someone&#039;s tits to the point that it required adult intervention, that your knuckles are literally physically scarred, chances are the woman he relentlessly ogled probably has a few psychological scars from that kind of unwanted attention.
She probably was glad to have the T&#039;s head south. &quot;Finally, no more fucking gross salivating stares from nasty creeps!&quot;
Jesus Christ. Based on years-out-of-high-school, I&#039;m within a year or two of this clown. Is that picture what I look like to people? Shoot me now.
First with the ruler. Then with the <strike><a href="http:\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/commons\/1\/17\/Louisville_Slugger_exterior.jpg" target="_blank">Louisville Slugger</a></strike> votes!
I&#039;m sure Ms. Name Withheld thought much the same thing about Lant: &quot;Gee, time has not been kind to that boy. What was once a six-pack is now a keg!&quot;
Considering how typical GOP wingers do more projection than the local cineplex, I wouldn&#039;t doubt that Mr. Tit Creeper lashed out at [redatced Boobie Babe] because his peener didn&#039;t do anything at all, certainly not the way it used to when he simply <i>thought</i> about getting a hug from her. &quot;My dingus doesn&#039;t work right, it is because her bewbs sagged. What else could it be?&quot;
According to the ancient porn name formula (first pet, childhood home street), mine is Ginger Caroline, Beat that, Rep. Buttface!
Did your mom just go to her high school reunion? &lt;scary music&gt;
Also, if you got your knuckles rapped so hard and/or so repeatedly for brazenly gawking at someone&#039;s tits to the point that it required adult intervention, that your knuckles are literally physically scarred, chances are the woman he relentlessly ogled probably has a few psychological scars from that kind of unwanted attention.
She probably was glad to have the T&#039;s head south. &quot;Finally, no more fucking gross salivating stares from nasty creeps!&quot;
Or too much fapping? That&#039;s what they said in the 50s anyway, or at least so I&#039;ve heard.
Bill Lant (R-Peaked in High School and Can&#039;t Let Go). FTFY.
Jesus Christ. Based on years-out-of-high-school, I&#039;m within a year or two of this clown. Is that picture what I look like to people? Shoot me now.
And this guy Has a pasty shade Of weiner!
First with the ruler. Then with the <strike><a href="http:\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/commons\/1\/17\/Louisville_Slugger_exterior.jpg" target="_blank">Louisville Slugger</a></strike> votes!
That&#039;s what subtweeting is for!
Or &quot;Hmmm, I wonder if I finally have a decent chance with her now?&quot; Or so I&#039;ve been told.
Others might have a different reaction. Hypothetically.
I&#039;m sure Ms. Name Withheld thought much the same thing about Lant: &quot;Gee, time has not been kind to that boy. What was once a six-pack is now a keg!&quot;
And Rep. Lant&#039;s ballsack is now polishing his shoes.
Time, time, time is on my side, yes it is
so it&#039;s Rand Paul&#039;s fault...