Courtesy of Facebook: Not too long ago, the old hooah spewed forth this gibberish in response to criticism of her allowing her “alleged” child to use his dog as a stepping stone to reach a perfectly clean sink in which there were no dirty dishes to wash. (I can do gibberish too).
Aren’t you the same anti-beef screamers blogging hate from your comfy leather office chairs, wrapped in your fashionable leather belts above your kickin’ new leather pumps you bought because your celebrity idols (who sport fur and crocodile purses) grinned in a tabloid wearing the exact same Louboutins exiting sleek cowhide covered limo seats on their way to some liberal fundraiser shindig at some sushi bar that features poor dead smelly roe (that I used to strip from our Bristol Bay-caught fish, and in a Dillingham cannery I packed those castoff fish eggs for you while laughing with co-workers about the suckers paying absurdly high prices to party with the throw away parts of our wild seafood)? I believe you call those discarded funky eggs “caviar”.
Up until this, I, me, also and too myself, had never heard of Louboutin shoes. I obviously don’t move in the right circles. I must be a square. (Get it?) 😉
I, who writes this blog am simply amazed at the fucking hypocrisy of the Palin clan.
What is even worser, is a white sparkly dress that is at least four years old, coupled with these monstrosities.
H/T to drpatois at Politicalgates. I call them loo shoes, because Palin is obviously pissing her money away. Now these truly are hooves.
And wot about that fur purse?!?!
In the interests of fairness, I, who owns a moose called Brian (courtesy of Austin the fecker) must admit to owning an Armani bag.