Close enough.
Class is in session. NO dog ate my homework as an excuse today, it’s a president eats dog kinda day.
“Eldrich” is the kind of husband a bimbo looks for.
Wasn’t Eldrich the fat Blues Brother?
Close enough.
BTW, I could give a rat’s pitootie that Obama ate dog in a country where it was culturally acceptable. I eat veal, tried the foi gras last summer in France, and wear fur. Unless he beat it to death first, I don’t care. Romney is still a douchebag for strapping the dog to the roof....and even stupider (yes, I said stupider) for bragging about it. And nothing having anything to do with dogs should matter in this election. It is the economy, Stupid(er). Why was Newt the only one to remember that message?
(disclaimer: the dog recipes being tweeted are HYSTERICAL)
There is something very, very wrong about Obama, a nearly imperceptible detachment from reality that emanates from within his soulless existence. His left-wing, liberal extremism, more mental disorder than mere eldritch sickness.
Liberals are petty and eldritch
Hating Mitt Romney, “He smelled rich!”
But for Nancy and Teddy
The voters were ready
Loved AlGore and Kerry who dwelled rich
The oceans began to recede and revealed the abnormal, non-Euclidian geometry of Cthicago and its gibbering, loathsome denizens—we had encountered the Eldritch Obama Nation.
Eldritch
Yep, this is kinda earie for the nosey so to speak.
This elder itch comes up on a fella sitting around cogitatin’ on what he’s done in his whole life, things like being Honorary President of the Woodsman Association and a being a notary public too (except the second wife ran off with that Simms kid an took my notary stamp). Taking that stamp was plain hurtful.
Yep, a elder folk gets the itch to give back to the community, to do something for the less fortunate...so I went right out to the smoke house and got a pint of home brew. It’s earrie alright and killed off that itch complete.