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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Maybe we should set up some sort of entryway to her mind.
We could call it "Being Michelle Malkin"
Imagine the weird scary shit going on in that mind.
Actually this sorta kinda makes me want to go vote for McCain.
And we all know that she is posturing around her McCain hate speech.
What a witch.
i wonder what happens to Ann and Rush if McCain wins (god forbid!) do they melt
Actually, this has to be some weird reverse psychology or they've just moved a NHL franchise down to Hades.
Very clever response by writeprocrastinator and the NHL in Hades. I'd send him a nickel, every time I use it.
We over here on the evil left really would like you to stay in your cave and just do your little rants from there.
It's all yours, unless I forget and put it in a short story, some six months from now.
They have already. It's called Anaheim.