I apologize for my absence, but the lure of Helpless Conservative Sulking and Bi-Polar HBD did me good. I am cured. So…
The Eternal wisdom of my Lord Christ Firepower (blessings be upon Him) once spake:
Playing hollowed-out courtship rituals with single-mom manatees stoked with anti-depressants is no great calling for a man.
Now, the Manboob gaveth my Lord God shit for his Truthiness – just like Jon Stewart craps on Chris Matthews (okay, he sucks his cock). I want – and need – to help my Lord in a strictly non-homo way, so I proffer He take a respite and Do The Fossetti; just post 14 words and …
…have the commenters do all That Heavy Thinking. (It’s called The Ross in lesser circles, for those that can spell it.)
Fat FeMom Manatees shop at Target. Wal-Mart Fatties outweigh even those heifers by 80 lbs. Target, duly and humbly apologizes for noticing that Murk’n Manatees ARE FAT SeaCows. Wimmin, of course, are all up in arms
flippers about how people see they’re actually FAT.
Whilst the Manboob hath no flesshe in The Game re: Manatee Man-a-boobs, he can safely bitch from his gilt perch at Lifetime Channel. For he doth care notte because: He’s a cum-chugging homo lusting after Justin Bieber, but disappointedly sucking both Xanax and the sperm tubes of IRL Perez Hiltonites.
I claim the phrase Womanatee all for my Lord Christ Firepower (blessings be upon Him). Laydeez, don’t lose your femininity and have it displaced by Fe-manatee.
O, the WOMANatee™!
- From Sniper to Beer Truck Driver (eradica.wordpress.com)
- Target Dress Apology: Our Bad, Fat People! (thehollywoodgossip.com)
- Manatee Grey: Target’s Sea Cow (thoughtdummy.wordpress.com)
- …and it all started with “manatee”. (ashmine12.wordpress.com)
- Save the Manatees (almorri1.wordpress.com)