Yesterday, Big Browser went misty over a radical lesbian who labeled proper language use as “linguistic terrorism” and who said she was sexually aroused by trees — and also her father and various animals.
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Female version of a horndog.
If you’re sexually aroused by trees I’d say your wiring is faulty.
What was once insane is now sane.
What was once sane is now insane.
The Bible.
That woody was goody!!!!
cue the twilight zone music. this bitch is out there
Next chick that goes down on her will get splinters and bark in her teeth
Once you go wood, nothing’s as good.
She’s a lesbian, she got aroused by a nice ash.
Fir cruncher.
What a nutcase. She re-writes her own history by claiming to have grown up poor (just like any retarded lib who believes that they can re-shape reality by wishing really hard and then saying that wish out loud). She’s attracted to her father (GROSS!) and trees (TOO WEIRD FOR WORDS) and language is terrorism. So let’s not teach language any more to our little ones. Let’s take a cue from them and just point and grunt when we want something. Let’s all go live in a cave and swing from the trees like Tarzan. My gosh, this woman was a dope.
Tree fucker.
So, she pines for hardwood?
So the bitch is into dads, dogs, and deciduous?
Somebody should hook her up for some good lovin’ from a palo borracho tree.
The growth of the left perfectly parallels the growth in the population of untreated mental illness.
Uncle Al,
now that would leave her with a thorny bush
Thank God she died in 2004.
Google celebrates perversion and insanity yet refuses to recognize 9/11.
Her dad was a son of a beech…?
Uncle Al, black locust trees are just as thorny. Nasty trees, I hate the darned things, all full of thorny spiked branches. I was never so happy as when with severe windstorm we had 2 years ago that it completely blew over one of the black locusts in my yard right into the street. And the inner wood is very susceptible to tree rot.
Once you’ve gone hickory, you’ll never want dickery?