I come here today my friends not to bury John McCain, but to praise him. To share a tender loving family values snibble of time that I hope transcends politics. You see my friends the presidential campaign trail is long and hard, like a penis, and at one point on that long, hard, soul sucking, maverick busting into party yes man presidential campaign trail, John's loving wife Cindy came up to him, ran her beerlicous fingers through his hair and said, "You're getting a little thin up there." A moment of tender humanity in the loveless inhuman world that is American presidential politics. "At least I don't plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt" Is what John McCain said by way of reply. I'm not making that up. Three reporters witnessed it. God that's hot. I bet they had steaming sex that night. White-hot nuclear powered cuntaramic sex until that makeup ran down Cindy McCain's face like water through a hydroelectric dam. Which means it...
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"They like to nap."
That's 'cause Blair slipped the little monsters half an Ambien apiece. It's so much more convienent than parenting.
Katie,
I'm not from down there nor do I live there, but isn't it Mammoth Lake, as in singular?
"ate turkey and all the trimmings, and watched 'Nacho Libre.' Such a silly, funny movie."
Does Blair like to wear tight, stretchy pants for fun, too?
Dale, I jumped on this one, too. Since "youth pastor" is all too often the code for either "closet homosexual" or "paedophile", I can only imagine just what Baby Bro Blair was "leading them into"... as likely as not, a good ol' session of split the unseeded bun...
I actually think this episode of CT was ghost written. I mean it's the first time in months she hasn't begged for us all to pray for her.
blair wears quacker factory sets that are equally shameful. it's those stretchy pants coordinated with matching tops and body murals. truly creepy.