"I'M REALLY NOT OUTTA HERE...YOU BETCHA!" there are just too many ideas running through my pea sized brain. Bottom line - she just won't go away.
Everyone knows that's where Jesus is, the Jesus who speaks to me on a frequent basis and tells me where I'm going as soon as I become President.
A dingo ate my babyyou betcha!
"One plus one equals DEATH PANELS!"
"so i told him, if it's not at least THIS big, you gotta throw it back... and that's how we ended up with our little Trig"
2012? YOU BETCHA!
I thought the bridge was this big when I endorsed it.
"I em 'that' big with balls big and fuzzy just like this microphone."Aw shut up. . . somebody had to say it. You were all thinking it.
Post a Comment
Enter your email address to have Illiterate Electorate blog posts delivered to your email:
Delivered by FeedBurner