and for once, this has nothing to do with bodily fantasies.
witness as hillary gets excited about her new ice cream cone and is then forced to eat it, covered in sand and fire ants, after obama smacks that shit out her hand and onto the playground floor.
i do so love me a quick-witted, slightly arrogant, acid-tongued man. though im a bit worried that an acid tongue wldn’t feel so nice on one’s cooter button.
i will now cease and desist before this entry ends up somewhere it really doesn’t need to be.