"Hey, a little fraud happens in every election. This is not enough to overturn anything."
Heard that one before?
Insecure bronies, apparently.
Chapter 4: My Niece, Her Mom and Some Other Ho's
"I can neither confirm nor deny that I made said updoot. That's prettyy good, though, amirite?"
City girl with a country blumpkin.
Her punishment: Chair of the House Finance Committee.
"Class . . class . . .class . . . . SHUT UUUPPPP!!! Thank you."
My favorite part was when she fake cried to a chain link fence. She's a fake attention whore. Utterly shameless.
Southern Culture on The Skids has more legal legitimacy.
Must be funny when Joe breaks Obama's balls about being more popular than him.
She has vertigo from all that back circling.
It's almost like they don't care that people won't vote for them.
They're fascist pedophiles and fuck them.
Yup. The seasnake is more trustworthy.
Livestream it.
"There's no evidence. . ." So fucking tired of hearing that.
Robert's silence is louder.
You are correct, sir!
"All-a you wops-a . . . get off-a da lawn."
I've heard this for weeks.
Brain cancer or it's true.
He only succeeded in making his yellow teeth yellower.
"Yes."