His haystack atop his head, his face bright red, Itwinkie running around the scene trying to sell us all jewelry before we're canned, and his wife - what ever her name is - you know, our next first lady - the one the internet has nudes of all over the place...she's sitting there in a nice comfy chair trying figure what the hell a FLOTUS is and is it something she can snort?
Am I the only one here freaked out by this whole thing?
Save us from drowning in hotel stay debt and from disease spread to us by radioactive metal allergies (the fucking jewelry is gonna be the death of all of the vaginas holders!! seriously! this is how they will get us - they will taunt us with sparkly things that are pretty.).
Leave your polite shit at home. Better yet...send your hockey players and Zamboni drivers. Have them bring the Zambonis too! I've always wanted to drive one of those suckers!
Someone call Alanis and tell her to send her people! But not Dave Coolio or whatever the fuck his name is. We don't need any more fuckin' guys here like Dave. Call her up the minute shit hits the fans. Literally! When you see shit and fans all at once, ring her up for me. Tell her Kitty said to call! She knows the plan!
I joke a lot. I make light of serious situations. Now that we've all had a nice laugh and joke...let's get serious.
For more information on how to take part in protecting our women:
Women March on Washington
Women March on Seattle
Find Your Sister March
The Women’s March on Washington aims to send a message to all levels of government that we stand together in solidarity and we expect elected leaders to act to protect the rights of women, their families and their communities.
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