So that child wants to grow up to attend six colleges in five years, be a sportscaster for a few years, get pregnant out of wedlock, do such a piss-poor job raising her children that her eldest son gets in legal trouble that only joining the service allows him to escape and her eldest daughter turns to boys for the attention she doesn't get at home and gets knocked up out of wedlock herself, run her hometown into $20 million of debt, misuse public office to the tune of multiple serious investigations in less than two years of governing, and then become a farcical late-night comedy joke for the pathetic nature of her trophy status for a dirty old man who can't keep his eyes off her ass while nannies raise her other children, including a disabled baby.
Natural selection requires that that child will play in traffic. Soon. Perhaps while praying in tongues and commanding the spirit of witchcraft to be gone from the cars.
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So that child wants to grow up to attend six colleges in five years, be a sportscaster for a few years, get pregnant out of wedlock, do such a piss-poor job raising her children that her eldest son gets in legal trouble that only joining the service allows him to escape and her eldest daughter turns to boys for the attention she doesn't get at home and gets knocked up out of wedlock herself, run her hometown into $20 million of debt, misuse public office to the tune of multiple serious investigations in less than two years of governing, and then become a farcical late-night comedy joke for the pathetic nature of her trophy status for a dirty old man who can't keep his eyes off her ass while nannies raise her other children, including a disabled baby.
Natural selection requires that that child will play in traffic. Soon. Perhaps while praying in tongues and commanding the spirit of witchcraft to be gone from the cars.
Doesn't take much to impress her does it. Even homeboy behind her thinks he has a shot.
How can those women not realize how incredibly sexist the selection, and subsequent treatment, of Palin by the repubs is?
Hollygirl, you are my hero.
Hey, it's Mary Carey's little sister, Kimmie! Word is she's set to star in Vivid's next big budget offering: ImPalin' Sarah!
did you mean picture of the weak?
Look at the skinny douche behind her trying to scope some over-the-shoulder boobage.
Quite fittingly, while I look at this picture (and Sarah Palin for that matter), I am reminded of the words a man truly ahead of our time:
"I find the most erotic part of a woman is the boobies..."
-Zapp Brannigan, 3003
Another quote, which probably encapsulates the meeting that made McCain declare her his soulmate:
"If I said you had a beautiful body, would you take your pants off and dance around a little?"
In that guy's defense, that is one fine piece of stupid redneck jail bait.
Setting the bar so low that ants can trip over it - that's the Republican way!
The only this to overcome the lust of the boobage is thinking what Hollygirl has just enunciated. Thanks Holly
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