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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It wasn't that he couldn't "trust you," Daisy, it was the fact that you look like a jacked-up Hillary Duff, and he doesn't want to have to spend the whole year touring, to pay off your surgery bill.
If you say its a shame, I know it is a big fucking schande. Ptooh-ptooh-ptooh.
I will watch it when I get back to the farthest reaches of Smalbania. Which after this, will look like midtown Manhattan!!
What a fucking plane crash this is!
Where do you find this shit???
I've gotta go take a shower RIGHT NOW after watching it. (Although, I admit, I'll have a smile on my face, G-d help me.)