Presumably the kittens think of them often.
Ann Romney is an airhead. She did go to Cranbrook, and marry a rich man, and have 5 sons.
But airheads make up crap about eating off ironing boards, while they sell stock to finance college. Was there no relative on either side to give them some secondhand furniture? Are there no thrift shops in the vicinity of Yale?
Stupid airheads compare door-to-door proselytizing as the equivalent of Vietnam War, when it is nothing more than being a pest cramming your religion IN peoples’ face.
Selfish airheads babble “I love you women” while their party tries like hell to turn back the clock of legislative progress.
Airheads must be coached on how they talk about taxes, and nasty airheads snarl about “you people” not getting to see tax returns because of ammunition. Ammunition is such a lovely word as it implies multiple charges of tax evasion and money laundering.
The Duchess of Detroit has certainly polished the image of the GOP as a bunch of clueless white people who can’t cope with progress and fear diversity. Ann Romney is a nasty, daft, selfish, airhead.
Probably only once, ISTM.
Scratch a kitten’s neck and he’ll think of you once; strangle his neck and he’ll think of you for the rest of his life.
That’s horrible. I can’t believe I just joked about that.