Holy shitballs, me wee feckers. I’ve just seen the old hooah with her crocheted arm holes swinging her armlets in the most alarming manner. Most grannys that I know who crotchet are sweet, dear old ladies, but not this (what is it) seven? time granny.
I’m telling ya, I was ducking under my desk for the full 17 seconds of this viperatude. (American is a living language). It was that fecking scary that the hair on my shins stood up and screamed – shave me! Or whatevah…
How does anyone live with this bitch?
I tried to catch as much as I could with screenshots – for
polarity, posterior posterity and freeedummmm!
D’ya remember that infamous interview. Yah.
I read. I read a lot. And I’m a member of the Conservative Book Club.
Run Katie, run as fast as your perky little legs will carry you. God speed!!!
Dakota Meyer isn’t as stupid as I thought he was.