Posted on 04/21/2008 11:03:42 AM PDT by Responsibility2nd
She’s hitting the gay bars? Her mother is supposedly a lesbian so that figures. Can’t you see the U.S. having a lesbian for a President?
Well it is kinda tough having Webb Hubbell’s genes. She didn’t have a chance.
And she's got a face like the north end of a south-bound horse.
Witch recon.
But nobody’s calling Chelsea unattractive now.
I am. Lots of FReepers are. And many, many others. She’s UGLY.
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It’s rather sad to note this, but in a gay bar, Chelsea is indeed probably the best looking female there.
If on the other hand there are some female impersonators, then....
All bets are off.
Damn, are we going to have to change the shape of our missiles and submarines?
"Doc, we gotta get you a book of proverbs or something, this mix and match stuff's gotta go."
Out partying on mom’s campaign dollars
How wonderfully Clintonian
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Want some wiskey in your water,
Sugar in your tea.
What's all these crazy questions you asking me.
This is the crazest party that could ever be.
Don't turn on the lights cause I don't want to see.
Mamma told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun
Mamma told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun
Open up the window,
Let some air into this room.
Think I'm almost choking from the smell of stale perfume.
And that cigarette your smoking bout scare me half to death.
Open up the window sucker,
let me catch my breath.
Mamma told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun
Mamma told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun
The radio was blasting,
Someones knocking at the door
I'm looking at my girlfriend,
She's passed out on the floor
I've seen so many things I ain't never seen before.
Don't know what it is I don't want to see no more.
Mamma told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun
Mamma told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun
More pics here:
http://phillychitchat.blogspot.com/2008/04/philadelphia-inquirer-chelsea-clinton.html
She gets it from her Daddy.
...and the dreaded man hands.
The Ass of Life
Do I dare click it.
I’m about to eat lunch here, OK?
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