What The Actual F*ck Is Wrong With Anthony Weiner?
'You just say the word, Huma. You just say the word.'
It is a day, so Anthony Weiner is waving his dick around at a lady what is not his wife.
First he was sending his junk to that nice stripper lady. Then he was writing really bad erotica to the girl who decided to have labe surgery and try to auction off the trimmed bits of trim. And now he is sexting with a (super hot!) Trumpy gun nut, and somehow the pictures of Anthony Weiner's dick ended up in the New York Post.
Boy, you never would have seen that coming huh? Or whatever is the opposite of that: you always would have seen that coming. Because Anthony Weiner has a problem, and it is being addicted to lying in bed with his small sleeping son while sending pictures of his big hard mcgillicuddy to women with boobs while saying gross things to them, because he is gross, and Huma Abedin ain't got time for this shit, she is trying to keep Hillary Clinton alive over here! And if he and Huma Abedin have some sort of arrangement (you never know!), it almost certainly does not include him being stupid enough to get caught, again, every fucking time so that she gets to deal with it when SHE IS BUSY DOING SHARIA LAW TO TENNESSEE AND ALSO ELECTING SATAN TO THE WHITE HOUSE.
Here is that lady's boobs (not Huma's; the Trump lady's).
Huma Abedin divorces you, Anthony Weiner, if there is any fucking god.
Rebecca Schoenkopf is the owner, publisher, and editrix of Wonkette. She is a nice lady, SHUT UP YUH HUH. She is very tired with this fucking nonsense all of the time, and it would be terrific if you sent money to keep this bitch afloat. She is on maternity leave until 2033.