Hillary Clinton on Olbermann. Poop will be pouring out of the box, so throw down a tarp.
h/t Hot Air
More: Dr. Helen rips bitchtard new vagina.
Wow. I feel sorry for Jeremy.
Rachel Lucas on that briar patch:
Throw in a little withholding of sex and affection, and a nice dose of public humiliation with an article on MSNBC about what a dumbass he is, and you, too, will be a selfless heroine martyr. It’s so easy and I’m pissed I didn’t think of it first.
JD sends this:
God! Speaking of someone who keeps his farts in a jar.
Not 50,000 volts applied to the family jewels would be sufficient to force me to watch that 17 car pileup.
I’m going to guess that if he comes out and tries work her over, she buries him like a Love Canal Toxic waste container.
Moonbat heads are going to start exploding. In addition to this, CNN will shortly announce that former Fox News anchor and Bush press secretary Tony Snow is joining them as a senior correspondent and analyst, and probably will appear initially during their Pennsylvania election coverage tomorrow.
I’m sorry, but the phenomenological spectacle of that much concentrated mendacity in one place at one time . . . it’s historically, possibly scientifically significant.
I bet if you played a game where you had to do a shot of Jager every time one of these useless flaps of skin says “Bush” or “this administration” you’d get an ambulance ride.
Maybe ‘Iron Ankles’ can go into a flying spin kick and take his face off once and for all.
Should be a good throw-down.
A pretend presidential candidate on a pretend news show hosted by a pretend news anchor.
It all makes sense to me.
What’s the problem?
Nah, you’d be puking your guts out and comatose before the first shot of Jaeger.
We haven’t seen this much dishonesty assembled in one newsroom at one time since Dan Rather ate a tuna fish salad alone at his anchor desk.
I think that’s Cankylosaurus.
I thought it was Frau Kankeldruben.
If I were Jeremy, I’d never scrub another crapper in my life. Getting cut off by Big Mama is a feature, not a bug.
Now that I have seen the photo…No sex unless chores get done, chores don’t get done…..go figure.
Yup!
After seeing that picture, I ahve a stiffy up to my nose.
Lezzie Benefits writes:
So, having hubby scrub the toilet is her idea of freedom?
Frederick Douglass, call your office.
I mean seriously: scrubbing the fucking toilet is oppression!?
I think she needs a Troomba.
Someone does the chores for two, wherein chores include “licking the batter out of the bowl uhhhhmmmnnggg-slllluuurrrrpppp.”
I think she has located the Universal, comprehansive definition of teh Patriarchy! – that which does not clean the toilet bowl with sufficient frequency.
Eye-catching pic of the pioneering women, Dan. Takes my mind back to the days of the tequila hot-finger, wagon train wheelin’, the house whiskey Sanchez and scalped beaver tails. So hard done by were them women folk.
a spirit medium to go down on the toilets and a Roomba to clean the floors
good combination
Hmmmm.
I’m sorry ladies but I think you misunderstood. What I said does not include a euphemism for the word “kiss”.
I know a guy whom I suspect this Jeremy guy to be like. His mother was the alpha of the family. Thus, the male offspring didn’t learn that side from dad.
At his wedding, his friends rolled out an early gift. It was a weber grill. Upon lifting the lid, they exposed a pair of balls on the grill. My mouth hit the floor. I had to explain the symbolism to my wife’s family afterwards. They didn’t get it. Well, he was in to baseball…..
It didn’t take me 5 minutes to have the bride pegged. She is what I imagine this Leslie to be like.
I suspect these male types just don’t know any different. Through their life experiences, they must think that is the way it is supposed to be. And they are drawn to women of that manner. So, I don’t expect much backlash from “Jeremy” after this. He knows the consequences.
My wife will get a kick out of the story though.
Tell me that’s not a photo of Divine.
“Lips that touch liquor shall not touch ours.”
If ever there were a reason to need a drink…
get me a beer. stat.
Yikes.
Yeah see, I was afraid of this. The faggots have a point. A serious, compelling point.
There is a reason why I am still single at age 42.
That is the reason.
Wow, single men who read the original article will now run screaming when a woman utters the word “marriage”.
Kudos, MSNBC!