Patriot Retort: I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t endure the entire hour of NBC’s resident shrew Savannah Guthrie debating President Trump in what was supposed to be a town hall for voters.
I don’t know how Trump kept his cool to be honest with you.
Listening to Savannah the Shrew made me think of Stella Mudd.
What a wonderful juxtaposition of estrogen versus testosterone that was. My brain still hurts and my sex drive is dead.
Thanks 2020.
@MJA — Thank goodness there was only one of her.
Hahahah Stella Mudd. I dont even need to clik on it to hear her dressing down ol’ harquart, but i will…..
… & she’ll be invited to all the best party’s, & all the best people will be there, & they’ll be sooooooooo laudable of Savannah & her Clinton Administration husband … they’ll even golf clap when she entrances … this will ensconce her in the upper ranks of demedia society for the next decade! … oh, so envious!
… oh, you weren’t invited? … pity
the ‘new Royalty’ needs a good ass kicking … a real good ass kicking
She doubled up the adderall, tossed back a dose of mydayis with a triple shot of Remy Martin and came out to fight. Look at her eyes. She is AMPLIFIED.
A good old fashioned cuntpunt is more than deserving.
I see what they’re doing here. They’re making Trump face off against shrewish AWFL’s in every one of the debates and town halls, because they know it’s his weakest demographic. All the handmaidens get to take a swing at the Trump strawman. Whatever makes you feel better, ladies.
You don’t see any young people named Stella. I wonder why?
Wife: “Honey, let’s name her Stella.”
Toxic Husband: “Are you kidding? Watch this Star Trek episode.”
Wife: “You’re right. What was I thinking?”
Even the bitches husband is in a fetal curl in the corner of some room shivering uncontrollably.
I can just see and hear Marlon Brando yelling Stella in A Street Car Named Desire. And whatever happened to Stella Stevens?