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Recent Comments
- In The Mailbox: 02.28.23 (Afternoon Edition) : The Other McCain on Hey, longtime pw readers…
- In The Mailbox: 12.23.22 : The Other McCain on Patrick J. Carroll truly IS a sad, embittered psychopath
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Balls that clank!
I counted at least five guys (that would have been from Secret Service), two personal assistants, and the assorted hangers-on…
American Royalty. Don’t even think about opposing that woman!
– Hildebitch held her first book signing ensconced behind towers of paper towel and toilet paper rolls and piles and piles of her unsold books.
– If they can’t control the crowd she’ll probably resort to a sound-proof booth in an abandoned warehouse next.
– Course its all academic now anyway because she can’t seem to give copies away after the initial two days of interest petered out.
speaking of hickenlooperheads
Colorado Dem Gov. John Hickenlooper Apologizes For Signing Gun Control Law, Admits He Never Even Read It…
Newsflash: John Hickenlooper is full of shit.
there’s just nothing about that godawful outfit what says presidential
you can tell though that she has boobies, which is pretty damn historic
Bitch bitch we may, but what other society allows for Steel Panther?
How good is that, from a fucked point of view?
You want you some lyrics?
Fair enough:
You said you wanted to open up the doors to our bedroom
You said my cock was nice but left a little too much headroom
So I called some of the boys and I set it up
How was I to know you’d regret it, oh
There was so much love on your face
I couldn’t see the tears
There was so much spunk on your face
Neither the boys nor I could see your tears
I said it would turn me on
To watch you get fucked
By nine or ten guys
When you said you banged the
football team your freshman year
I was slightly surprised
But as I started letting out the dog in me
You flipped the switch and went back to monogamy
There was so much love on your face
I couldn’t see the tears
There was so much spunk on your face
Neither the boys nor I could see your tears
We can’t stop now it’s moving too fast
There’s a nine inch cock in your pussy ten and a half in your ass
Dongs in each hand so hold on tight
When we all bust a nut I’m gonna make it right tonight
There was so much love on your face
I couldn’t see the tears
There was so much spunk on your face
Neither the boys nor I could see your tears
There was so much love
So much love on your face
There was so much, so much love
So much love on your face
There was so much, so much love
Sticky, gooey jizz on your face, yeah
Oh, your stupid sticky face
We’re gonna give you our love
There was so much love on your face
I couldn’t see the tears
There was so much spunk on your face
Neither the boys
Nor I could see the tears
The culture sees through you because you don’t effect culture.
I don’t, and just worship at the Hell-bound Idoltry of none other than William Frank Buckley, Jr.
https://cumulus.hillsdale.edu/Buckley/
>there’s just nothing about that godawful outfit what says presidential <
pant suit h8tr
an ode to bristol
wait, is that effect or affect? and since when did culture have eyes with which to see?
cloward piven news
Obama tells Mexico: Illegal-immigrant children won’t get to stay
wait, is that effect or affect?
I can affect something or have an effect on it. Except the Federal Government, but I am like the Constitution in that regard, so at least I’m in good, if ineffectual, company.
speaking of hickenlooperheads
White House beginning to consider conflicts in Syria and Iraq as single challenge
https://cumulus.hillsdale.edu/Buckley/index_files/buckleypodium.jpg
Buckley laughed at his Left’s death.
Buckley laughed with lights he created.
I can’t create those lights.
Again and again.
Or once.
But if my drunkeness puts an image of Buckley here or there to me that AIN’T NO IDOLISM.
eff the 1% buckley fraud
President Ronald Reagan – Liberty State Park [Pt. 1]
bill buckley picked rich lowry to suck his nr member. he lead from behind.
Would WFB stand athwart amnesty, yelling stop?
reply hazy try again
>Would WFB stand athwart amnesty, yelling stop?<
no if rich lowry thought it prudent. there's face time with the proggtarded dude!
What he’s saying sdferr is that hobbits can’t effect the culture he affects in his “comment.”
Fred Siegel explains why:
In other words, he’s just another soul whose intentions are good. Unlike you or me.
Such is the cheap grace with which the clerisy annoints our betters.
But until now, I didn’t realize that the chrism they used was ejaculate.
(That’s RD, right?)
How Our Empire roasted itself one sultry evening because we had been made too powerless to be of any aid.
The monarchs were gathered
To shit talk and game,
They were still talking shit
When their robes caught the flame
And they shit talked the fire
They cursed it for shame
But the fire was unmoved
For it burned just the same.
They begged us bring water
Then shit talked our sloth
As we stood there and shrugged
In vague postures of wrath
And they burned as they shit talked
The smouldering cloth
For the fabric was holed like
A feast for a moth
A few pondered rolling
But most feared to try it
They fell down and shit talked
Combustion’s grim diet,
A farm was for sale
So they suffered to buy it
Their ashes at least
Have since learned to be quiet.
More of this please!
Yes, get in their faces about it.
Newrouter you little Marxist fuck, you ain’t ever gonna be the 1% so bungy jump a 747 Yo.
Ernst Schreiber
Every day, every way.
Baby.
loofahtic
for those of you keeping score at home
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