Michelle just feels entitled “free food” (as she shoveled away the goodies on Deen’s set) just as she’s entitled to free vacations, free clothes, free diamond bracelets …
That’s pretty classic though. The pleibs can’t have happy meals or even salt to flavor their grass diet, but the Queen can eat whatever the hell she wants.
As First Lady, she should have picked a cause that wouldn’t bite her in the ass quite so publicly.
How can she possibly be mad? We’ve seen her eat the fatty stuff. So does little barracky. But I swear, Michelle Obama’s position is going to be that she doesn’t eat fatty foods and to imply that she does is racist.
Its like if Nancy Reagan came under fire for being illiterate. Maybe if she didn’t want what she ate scrutizined, she should have picked another platform.
Y’know, I can totally see Paula catching the assassins in her house, and sitting them down for a nice plate of biscuits and gravy at the kitchen table before sending them back to Chicago with a polite message for their masters.
Heh.
“Keep your hands and feet away from her mouth, folks…”
Michelle just feels entitled “free food” (as she shoveled away the goodies on Deen’s set) just as she’s entitled to free vacations, free clothes, free diamond bracelets …
Paula could have added that pinnacle of all Southern insults, “…bless her heart”.
That ass does not lie. But P’shop does.
That’s pretty classic though. The pleibs can’t have happy meals or even salt to flavor their grass diet, but the Queen can eat whatever the hell she wants.
As First Lady, she should have picked a cause that wouldn’t bite her in the ass quite so publicly.
How can she possibly be mad? We’ve seen her eat the fatty stuff. So does little barracky. But I swear, Michelle Obama’s position is going to be that she doesn’t eat fatty foods and to imply that she does is racist.
Its like if Nancy Reagan came under fire for being illiterate. Maybe if she didn’t want what she ate scrutizined, she should have picked another platform.
Those lemur guano coffee beans sell at a premium, with her Tsao throughput she might be able to balance the budget.
I used to love that dish.
You know what’s bad about Michelle being spitting mad?
Chewed up animal bits and chunky saliva gets in your hair.
Y’know, I can totally see Paula catching the assassins in her house, and sitting them down for a nice plate of biscuits and gravy at the kitchen table before sending them back to Chicago with a polite message for their masters.
Bless their hearts.