Draperies. “Drape” is a verb.
You really are a mealy clot of shit.
Cookies, damn it! She will stay home and bake the Inaugural Cookies.
I’m just a poster. If I’m a mealy clot of shit, what was John Edwards?
This is not about John Edwards. This is about you.
Actually, it’s about Bill Clinton if you want to be technical.
Implications of having a pedophile predator in the WH:
-female interns must be warned
-no unaccompanied minor females allowed on tours
-state dinners must have the “First Husband” watched by Secret Service
Good times!
Can I watch your head explode after the election?
When did he involve anyone underage?
He himself didn’t, but he sure didn’t mind palling around with one.
So, guilt by association then?
Oh, something escapes, all right. Trust me.
What the fuck?
You have your synapses set on “random shuffle” again.
Is this some sort of weird variation on “I know I am, but what are you?”
More, why are you so mad at me instead of at the guys who are actively sabotaging your favored party?
Because you can’t resist the desire to mischaracterize the facts.
Please tell me how your front runner is better. Clinton got a blowjob. Trump has had numerous affairs, one which he actually left his wife for. Is that your idea of basic tenets of morality?
You’re such a liar, that you pretend I’m supporting John Edwards.
You’re dishonest filth.
He meant something like paint by numbers.