1. "Hm, Botox tastes just like spoiled chicken."
2. "Oh, Nancy, your skin is as soft as aborted fetal tissue." "Don't be silly, it *is* aborted fetal tissue."
3. "You got a little arugula in the corner of your mouth. Schlumpf! Schlumpf. Mmmm, arugula."
4. "Hey, it's good luck to kiss the re-animated corpse of Whitney Houston."
5. The SCOAMF makes a mental note to send a saddlebag to the Queen of England on her birthday.
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Much to Principal Skinner's disdain, Edna Krabapple and Carl can't keep their PDAs to themself.
POTUSbubble: I didn't eat breakfast this morning. Wonder if pancake makeup tastes the same as pancakes? PTUIIII! Nope.
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Ewwwwwwww
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POTUSbubble: Steady... Steady... it's just like kissing a baby. OMFG!! Maybe the butt end of a baby with diarrhea.
"Hm, feels just like Reggie Love's sack. Looks about as wrinkly, too."
Eeeewwwwww... Its Interacial!
-Oiao
"Think of my happy place, think of my happy place..."
"Feels just like kissing my racist old granny."
Carpe Phlogiston said...
Sorry. Did not see your post before I posted. You got it first, LOL.
"Once you go chalk-faced, you never go back."
In the last days of the Obama Presidency, the final destruction of the Constitution was sealed with a kiss...
Kissing Miss Daisy.
Growing up in the Philippines, Barry never learned not to stick his tongue onto frozen objects.
ORA:
"No tongue..."
I always wondered how the pods cross-pollinated.
Well, at least he's not bowing. I guess there's some things even Obama won't do.
SCOAMF thawt bubble; "GAIA! that's, um, frigid; I can, uh, no longer, um, no longer believe in, uh, global warming."
SCOAMF rewards Ms Pelosi for her inter-racial pearl necklace.
Pelosi feels a tingle down her leg....oops...her Depends just failed!
Obama, "Hey Nancy, is that a blue dress you're wearing?"
Right after this picture was taken, it took six Secret Service Agents, four cans of mace, two tazers, and 25mgs of Valium to get M'chelle off of the pair. The official reports still speculate if M'chelle was after Obama or Stretch....
"Mr. President," murmered Nancy, "you're kissing the wrong end."
There's the French Kiss, the Air Kiss, and now the Lip Glide as Obamalama looses traction on Nancy's thick makeup and slides several inches across her face.
I know, I know... it should have been spelled "loses." Sure wish blogger offered the ability to edit.
Barry: "Mmmmmm... I love the smell of Aqua Velva."
"Oh, Nancy, shake your finger in my face and let me call you Jan!"
Hushed voiceover; "Oh my, this is so wonderful! You rarely get to see two Alpha Liberals grooming each other in the wild!"
After the kiss, Obamalama observes a black impression of his lips on her face and asks, "Nancy, when did you start using a Silly Putty foundation?"
ORA: "It's twoo! It's twoo!"
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