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#HillaryFairyTales - "The Fat Jewish Girl And The Cigar"
#HillaryFairyTales - "What I Know About The Middle Class"
#HillaryFairyTales - "How I Act Like I Give A Sh*t About You Peasants"
Village of the Dem'd
Little Emily asked, "Miss Hillary, can I go potty?" Hillary's Goon Squad barked, "NO QUESTIONS!!!" and little Emily was removed from the room, never to be heard from again. The End.
#HillaryFairyTales - "What I Accomplished As Secretary of State"
#HillaryFairyTales - "My Mommy Has a Clenis" - oh wait; that would be at #TrueConfessions...
#HillaryFairyTales - "Dub Said I'm a 'Perfectly Built' Woman"
Just like Mike al'Moore chooses a half-dozen or so lobsters from the tank for lunch, Hillary chooses her half-dozen or so from the "Tot Tank"
Vince Foster? Can I get a staffer to take this lovely child to see Mr. Foster? NOW!
Isn't it amazing what one has to do to get a $200,000 donation to the Clinton Foundation. A woman's work is never done!
"hey old lady, you smell like my Grandma!"
towheaded tykes hear unexpected variations on the story of a boy and the dike
Hillter Youth meet with Her
"So I'lll huff, and I'll puff. and I'll bloooooowwwwww*...""Who you think yer kidding about givin' a blow job, biotch?"
"... and that is the end of Dreams of My Father", read Mrs. Clinton as she whispered, "What a load of crap!"
"...and then the evil Republican Congress, called the beautiful and wise Princess and asked her many silly and unnecessary questions. So she became President and had them all killed and everyone lived happily ever after," extemporized the First Lady...
"...and always remember kids, it takes a village to properly indoctrina... er... raise a child," related Mrs. Clinton...
"...and thus endeth the reading, may Gaia be praised," intoned Mrs. Clinton...
"Ooh James and the Giant Pants Suit - this one is my favorite," squealed the First Lady!
Mrs. Clinton meets with her brain trust to hammer out her platform...
Ambassador Stevens was unavailable for comment.
Cackle McCankles meets the fruit of Bill's loins, a.k.a. the Democratic Party's base.
“…and thanks to Common Core, your little minds of mush will belong to the Democratic Party by your 15the birthday.”
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