Laura Bush’s Diary
So W and I watched good old Barry’s first press conference last night and boy was that a hoot. W got some popcorn and I got a big old bowl of pork rinds and some tequila and we just laughed our asses off let me tell you. This rube doesn’t have a clue.
He thinks that he just has to say something and everyone will go along with it just like during the campaign. You know that the press will keep kissing his ass and repeating the pap he is peddling. I mean they are still doing that but they are getting ready to turn on him soon.
Look at that old vampire Helen Thomas. She asked him a question about “so called terrorists.” And Obama let that one just fly by without a word. I know he wanted to say “hey don’t call them terrorists, those are my relatives.” That caustic cunt even asked him if he thought anybody had nuclear weapons in the Middle East. Hello shit head; you know the hebes have the big one. The bomb I mean. Most of the members of the tribe I ever met up close and personal didn’t have the big one. You wonder why they got circumcised. I guess they just want to get everything with 10% off.
But I started to feel sorry for the poor bastard. I mean he has to listen to Michelle yapping at him and I can only imagine how his mother in law must be torturing him. So I decided to email him a picture of when I dressed up like Daisy Duke for W last week. I even let my tits out. I hate that I had to keep strapping them down for eight years but now that we are frolicking on the privacy of our own ranch I can let the girls out. W just loves to nuzzle in there and talk baby talk. So I figured I would give old Barry something to groove on when he gets away from that shrew.
Cause you see, ever since we left Washington, Laura has got her groove back.
So W and I watched good old Barry’s first press conference last night and boy was that a hoot. W got some popcorn and I got a big old bowl of pork rinds and some tequila and we just laughed our asses off let me tell you. This rube doesn’t have a clue.
He thinks that he just has to say something and everyone will go along with it just like during the campaign. You know that the press will keep kissing his ass and repeating the pap he is peddling. I mean they are still doing that but they are getting ready to turn on him soon.
Look at that old vampire Helen Thomas. She asked him a question about “so called terrorists.” And Obama let that one just fly by without a word. I know he wanted to say “hey don’t call them terrorists, those are my relatives.” That caustic cunt even asked him if he thought anybody had nuclear weapons in the Middle East. Hello shit head; you know the hebes have the big one. The bomb I mean. Most of the members of the tribe I ever met up close and personal didn’t have the big one. You wonder why they got circumcised. I guess they just want to get everything with 10% off.
But I started to feel sorry for the poor bastard. I mean he has to listen to Michelle yapping at him and I can only imagine how his mother in law must be torturing him. So I decided to email him a picture of when I dressed up like Daisy Duke for W last week. I even let my tits out. I hate that I had to keep strapping them down for eight years but now that we are frolicking on the privacy of our own ranch I can let the girls out. W just loves to nuzzle in there and talk baby talk. So I figured I would give old Barry something to groove on when he gets away from that shrew.
Cause you see, ever since we left Washington, Laura has got her groove back.
14 comments:
And to think that Althouse implied that I altered some photos.
Hey I just steal them off of the internet like everybody else.
It's "internets" buddy.
You need to write a book or two. This stuff is cracking me up. I bet Althouse is dying to comment here.
She did yesterday, AJ! On the Joan Collins in the bathtub thread. :)
Let's get W back. He was the best president this country ever had. The past eight years were amazing and now within 2 weeks Obama has destroyed our country.
I recommend everyone get out their W posters and stickers and proudly display them wherever you work and drive. Let your neighbors know your hatred of Obama and love of W!
It will be great for business and great for the country!
Show your patriotism NOW!
That's OK Titus. Barry won fair and square. It's his turn to take on all these problems. Good luck to him. We just want to rest our little heads on Laura's bosoms and sigh.
... lest ye be judged
*hugs!*
Troopster, I know you are a serious multi-tasker, what with roasting your nuts sometimes while blogging, and I don't complain about the gratutilous speeling msitakes because they are funny and don't ruin the context, in fact they are an intregal part of your stories and ideas, but DUDE, I can't not point out that the word is DAIRY not DIARY. Moooooo, y'all, moo.
And I think you might want to have her model some apparel at Lee Lee's, if she can get through the door without pinching a nipple.
Yo Laura, turn those headlights down. Them's some real high-beams.
Laura Bush is in serious need of a good motorboating. I'm first in line! Brrrrmmmmppmpppppppppppmpmpmmmpm
Such behavior could lead to Ideopathic Spleenic Rupture, young man. Trust me, I'm a doctor.
Althouse accused gentle Trooper of a misdeed?
That shall not stand!
I want to titty fuck Laura Bush. At least the tits that are in that picture.
My hog would get swallowed in those tits.
I hate Obama though and will do everything in my power to destroy him. Are you with me mens?
I'm sorry Laura hasn't been getting her RDA of big fat Jewish, er, deli. Where shall we meet, sugar tits? I'll calm those cravings for y'all.
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