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With 3 weeks to go, if you have any stories about Hillary sexually abusing you, now’s your chance

Saturday, 15 October 2016, 0:23 BFH Uncategorized 33

Doing the work the MSM won’t do.

This is an open forum. Any story you post is to be believed by default. With only 3 weeks to go we cannot verify if you’re telling the truth or not…. sooooooooooo…

 

33 Comments on With 3 weeks to go, if you have any stories about Hillary sexually abusing you, now’s your chance

  5. I was standing at a grocery store in 2008 when Hillary and her entourage approached me. Hillary reached up to hug me and I felt her hand feeling all over my backside. What I thought was a mere bump (or a nudge) really was her hand grabbing my wallet out of my pocket and she whispered longingly into my ear “time for you to give your fair share mister”.
    I couldn’t believe that the cashier and the other customers didn’t come to my rescue, they just stood back and covered their wallets and purses, refusing to help me at all.
    By the time the cops arrived Hillary had even gotten my sock money and left. They refused to take a statement or press charges because all the witnesses said “the Secret Service and her staff surrounded him so that we couldn’t see what was happening”.
    It was just my word against hers. And my missing wallet.
    But I’m voting for her anyway because she said she’ll be able to send more of my money back to me in Government Services than Donald will, so at least I have a hope that I’ll see some of my money again. And if you don’t have hope, what do you have?

  7. 8 years ago at the duck club, one of my buddies got really drunk and passed out. The next morning he woke up with a strange taste in his mouth. Well everyone blamed his Lab, but I knew, I knew it was Hillary.

  14. True story. It was 1986. I was driving from Texas to an account near Little Rock . I had to go through Hope Arkansas.
    Now, I’m not one to speed, much, but as soon as I passed the bullet ridden “Welcome to Hope, the Home of Bill Clinton” sign, noticed the red and blue lights in my rear view mirror. I swear that sucker jumped out from behind the sign.
    Anyway, an ????officer??? slowly got out. Weird looking. She was wearing a Mao Tse Tung-looking pantsuit with a badge on her crotch and the most bazaar blue sunglasses I ever saw. She tripped twice before making it to my car.
    She screeched in this blood curdling voice that I was speeding, but I wouldn’t get a ticket if I “played ball”.
    Huh? Oh, but….I’m a girl, so I figured this pile of malignant DNA was a major dyke or something of unknown orientation.
    So, I told her…”Sure, but I have to tell you that I’m really a guy in drag, really good drag”.
    She pulled her fire arm, shot holes in all my tires, stumbled back to her car (yeah, she tripped twice) and screamed outta there.

    I didn’t get a ticket, but I had to wait 3 hours for AAA to show up and have been sterile ever since.

  15. Hillary mistook me for one of the Rothchild’s and came running up to me for another donation. She was giddily rubbing her crotch all over my leg. I could feel the cold hard catheter that coming out from between her legs on my thigh and I flash-puked right straight onto her face. She laughed again and said she’d roll in it for another mill$$ donation. I told her to go ahead and while she was doing it I walked away saying I was late for my Bilderburg meeting.

  19. Aw fuck it, I wasn’t doin’ to say a ting. Back in 2000 Bill, Hill. and the spoiled brat were in a pub in Dundalk, Co Louth, Ireland.
    I was there. The reason I was there is the Democratic National Crowd
    had flyers all over the town that there would be free drinks at Mulcatchy’s Pub that evening because the Clintons were in town and they wanted a big newsworthy event. So I went. It was bedlam. Every tinker who could walk, ride a bicycle, or drive a Mercedes showed up. I got there before the Royal Family arrived and asked the Bar keep for a pint of Guinness, and he poured me a good one. Note. There is an art to pouring Guinness, it takes time, usually about three pours and a top off. But no matter. It was free.
    Then the Clintons arrived. Oh my God. Hill and Bill ordered double Bushmills. with ice. Ice is scarce in Ireland, they just found the recipe in 1996 But that’s another story.
    As I said it was bedlam. The pints were being poured like piss, no head, and the whiskey was flowing among the elite, the Police Super Intendants, the mayor, and his Town Council lappers.
    Now it gets blurry. I’m sipping my pint and I imagine Killary approached me and asked me if I was American. I said I was, but born in Ireland. She said Oh. wonderful, you are an immigrant to America. I replied Yes, but a legal one, and an American citizen. She said Where do you live. I said New York. She said Oh you are one of my constituents? I said no I didn’t vote for you but you have not done much for your constituents have you? And then it gets more blurry. Sort of like Jessica Leeds being mauled by an Octupus on an airplane.
    Killary turned away from me and nodded to a big guy in the crowd,
    wearing a suit. The big guy approached me.. Then they all started singing “Danny Boy” And I told the big guy to go fuck himself, this is Ireland, I said. Then I woke up. What a fucking nightmare.

  20. Nobody understands what freedom means because Americans have never lived in another country, except the very wealthy elite. Freedom is not “free stuff.”
    “We’ve got to do a better job of getting across that America is freedom–freedom of speech,, freedom of religion, freedom of enterprise. And freedom is special and rare. It’s fragile, it needs protection.” RONALD REAGAN.

  21. I will not reveal my name, because frankly I don’t want to be dead and not many people who cross Hillary’s path doesn’t end up dead.

    I was visiting kin in Arkansas and ran into Hillary, she grabbed my ass and told me she wanted to do something to my redneck pussy and it wasn’t grab it. I’ve been in therapy for years.

  22. The year was 1979, and the location was Hot Springs, Arkansas. The small honky tonk had a floor show going on, and the headliner was Trixey Calhoon. She is a simple gal, dark raven hair, very well racked, and small waisted. She is 5 ft 7 with irish Blue eyes like the Bonnie Blue eyes of song. She was singing and strumming her guitar in beat with her song. In walked a short pudgy Hillary and a tall lanky letch named Bill. She sat at a table close to Trixey, while Bill got drinks at the bar. He told the barkeep to run a tab, and winked at her. She knew his type from before, and told him “cash and carry only Bubba”. He forked over $5 and sneered at her. Meanwhile Hillary was winking at Trixey, and getting her flustered. Bill took one look at Trixey’s boobs and instantly pulled out a cigar and played with it. Shortly after that, Hillary went up to Trixey on her break and whispered in her ear something that caused Trixey to blush redfaced. She told the dumpy broad in front of her “NO i don’t let any female eat my taco!” Then Bill walked up behind her, reached under her founcy skirt and grabbed her snatch. She turned around and told him to piss off. These two molesters got huffed and stormed out and tore off speeding down the highway toward Little Rock. Two State Troopers came up to Trixey and threatened to put her away for life if she spoke to anyone of this. The More things change, the more they stay the same. Moral of this story is … once a hound dawg and dyke bitch, always a hound dawg and dyke bitch!

  23. I witnessed Hillary rape an 11 year-old boy with a strap-on back in the late &0s. I’m only coming forward now because a woman like that who sexually abuses children should not be President of the United States.

  27. Driving to Florida from Arizona, late 1990′.
    Somewhere deep in the bowels of Arkansas I began to have problems with my car. It began to run rough.
    I pulled over at a small gas station which I thought was safe because of the lights. It was about 2:30 am so it wasn’t open. I shut the car off and did a check. Nothing that I could see. I blew out the carb filter and it started fine. So I got back into my car and made ready to go.
    It was then I noticed the figure at the edge of the light. It was someone in a mango pantsuit. Out past the cone of light.
    Just then the entire car started behaving like the cars do on UFO encounters. My radio came on and I heard either a Yoko Ono song or a ram being castrated. I swear I turned my head from the figure for just a second. The next instant she was beside the car.
    Hilary.
    Grinning.
    All I could see was those teeth grinning at me. I was scared, until I saw the eyes. Then I almost had a heart attack.
    The eyes! They were solid black. Her awful haircut drew attention to their bottomless black depths. She pawed at the window. I could feel her willing me to roll down it down. My hand slowly reached for the crank, against my will.
    The grin got wider and more malevolent.
    I could hear a noxious low screeching in my mind like sand between two panes of glass: “It takes a village” my hand grasped the crank knob and the window started to come down and a bony, dry finger slid over the top of the glass.
    Then the radio station changed and Charlie Daniels sang “-well they’re headin’ for their car but I hit the gas
    and spun around and headed them off at the pass well I was slingin’ gravel and puttin’ a ton of dust in the air”
    My foot stomped on the gas and my old Galaxy 500 got it’s act together and I shot out of there leaving a rooster tail of dirt and gravel.
    I just panted for about four miles, then calmed down a bit.
    Until I saw the chunk of finger wedged between the door top and the glass. We almost saw the last of Lazlo just then. It was like discovering a tarantula wasp in your lap.
    It wasn’t til after I pulled over and poked it out the window with a stick that I noticed there wasn’t any blood on my car from the finger.
    I broke the land speed record to the next truck stop.

  28. After Bill and Hillary left the White House dead broke Hillary approached me at a sleazy Washington DC bar. She was sitting by herself at the end of the bar when I caught her eye. She nearly stumbled getting off her bar stool and slowly staggered over and poured herself into the bar stool next to me. With her left hand she started rubbing my crotch and then whispered into my ear and said, “Hey buddy can you spare a dime”.

  29. We were sitting next to each other dropping into Bosnia in 2008. We had made casual small talk for most of the flight. After just starting our final descent the pilot informed us we were taking heavy sniper fire and would probably crash land.

    At that point Hill dropped her scotch looked me dead in the eye, grabbed my beans and weiner and said, “Before I die I want to feel a cock in my snatch.”.

    At that remark most of the rest of the passengers began projectile vomiting filling the cabin with an unbelievable stench that just barely covered up the odor of blue cheese and urine when my suitor yanked off her drawers and stood in front of me in her sagging nakedness.
    She jerked my pants down and started backing onto me, at that exact moment I remembered my trusty 4D, mag light was by my side and I said , “Here it comes baby” and then the cabin light went out and I really can’t reliably recall any other details. To this day whenever we meet she lewdly grabs my package, snarls and says, “to bad we aren’t under fire big boy.

    I swear on my reputation that this is the truth

  32. OK look. I’ve been avoiding this, but y’all have given me shtrength to confess my story.

    I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar.
    This is all true.
    She picked me out, shook me up and turned me around
    Gave me a pantsuit or two.

    Now in 2016 she has the political world at her feet
    Cheating has been easy for that shrew

    Hill, don’t forget, it’s me who you touched in an indelicate way
    And I can wreck your world, it’s true.

    Don’t, don’t you remember?
    You know I can’t believe it when I hear that you know me
    Don’t, you don’t know me?
    I know you will remember when I spill secrets on the TeeVee.

    It’s all true. *dabs tear with edge of pantsuit jacket*

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