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What’s Wrong With Her? Hillary Wears Heavy Coat and Black Pants to Nantucket Fundraiser… In August.
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High temp in Nantucket today was 78 degrees F.
Also high humidity.
She’s definitely hiding something. I would have passed out in that getup in that weather.
Also read elsewhere she is eating/drinking too much to deal with the stress. Weight has ballooned from 186 at start of campaign to 286 today. Does anybody know how tall she is?
There was an old broad in Nantucket
Attached to her shin was a bucket
To catch all the pee
From her attached foley
When Huma’s not around to suck it
A fat girl flew into Nantucket…
Her catheter was full more then a bucket…
She drained 4 full gallons in flight…
And the Captan said with no delight…
We’ll just set the plane down and say Fuck It!…
Anyone wearing a coat in this scorching New England August has got to be on heavy duty blood thinners.
there once was a fat old cankly bitch in nantucket.
who’s dirty old disease ridden husband saw every young or old or fat chick as a piece of ass, and wanted to fuck it.
she’s running for prez.
we all know she’s a lez.
if huma had a dick, she might actually suck it!
The Hag took a trip to Nantucket,
Courting donors who were happy to suck it,
She wore a big Coat,
That went up to her throat,
So her ostomy gear she could tuck it.
And her
There once was a woman named Hill
Who enabled a rapist named Bill
They should be in jails
But the media fails
To hold them accountable still
Whoops. Cancel last two words.
But you knew that.
An old broad came down to Nantucket,
Replaced her Depends with a bucket,
Took off her wool britches,
Said “Damn, my crotch itches,
But if Huma was here she could suck it.”
😉
😛
To see the one they chose to lead us all
The mob withstood the draining August heat
But Hillary appeared dressed for the fall
And fall she shall for Trump has got her beat
There once was a lawyer from Yale
Who should have wound up in jail
She frequently lied
While several friends died
I hope her campaign will fail
An invalid came to Nantucket
Her message to America is f*it.
Be hypnotized by her lying lies
And your grandkids will suffer for it.
My depends got full swole on the trip…
I was also afraid to have my pants unzipped…
I had this problem before…
But now it seems to be more…
and the urine is now over me lip…
Rose the stench of dead fish round Nantucket,
Tides were fine, breeze was stiff, shore they mucked it,
Then the whore did appear,
Wearing foul weather gear,
Fishing season is screwed so let’s just say we fuck it.
They called old Bill Clinton “The Sinner”.
He invited a young gal to dinner.
They started to dine
At a quarter past nine,
And by a quarter past ten it was in her.
(The dinner, not The Sinner.
The Sinner was in her before dinner.)
😉
There once was a gal from Nantucket
Owned catheter with straw she’d suck it
Ambassador Stevens died
About Benghazi she lied
Next seizure she has she’ll say “F*ck it.”
There once was a hermit named Dave.
Hillary should be torn apart by wild dogs.
Sorry. That doesn’t rhyme, does it?
In Nantucket there flew in a liar
Her catheter in a pantsuit on fire
She lied to the throngs
While Bill dreamt of thongs
While in her huge coat she perspired
Jemima’s vagina ached like angina
She twisted and moaned, and cried for relief.
She took the matter into her own hands
but instead of an O, all she got was a queef.
This Gal had a seizure they say…
Her response was to say it was play…
she did bounce her head…
and they thought she was dead…
But the MSM would only say Nay Nay…
There once was a harpie named Hill
Whose laugh was exceedingly shrill
She partied with Cher
in a coat of mohair
While keeping the women from Bill
The blacks made the Vineyard less appealing,
So Hillary had her a feeling,
Hey let’s go Nantucket,
And Obama can suck it,
It’s much whiter and they’re more into kneeling.
There once was a coat made of tweed
That covered what’s not to be see’d.
Black pants down below
Huge butt still in tow
A distraction from what we call greed.
There’s a hag formerly named Rodham
Who is marred by an expanding bottom
She claims that she’s moved
By the plight of Baton Rouge
But the truth is she just plain forgot’em
You might think she’s having a seizure
Her vibrators constantly tease her
When she’s on the go,
she can’t have an O,
because only Huma can please her
Oh, you wanted it to be about Hitlery?
The drunken bitch flew from Martha’s Vinyard to Nantucket
While she told the citizens to suck it
And she said with a grin
Wiping gin from her chin
If anything has a c_nt Bill would F it!
The beast flew into Nantucket.
Thinking the voters can just go and suck it.
She said with a grin
squatting on Humas chin
I’ll get control of this country and fuck it.
this trip reminds me of Al Gore’s…
who flew us into the Azores…
We threw the green meat…
from under our seat…
and it turned out to be from our drawers…
She has no control of her bladder
needs help just climbing a ladder
Only uses her lube
to fit in her tube
So at this point, what does it matter?
ironyCurtain August 21, 2016 at 8:49 pm
Anyone wearing a coat in this scorching New England August has got to be on heavy duty blood thinners.
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That’s one of the draw backs to using blood thinners and having a thyroid problem. DH is taking blood thinners due to having massive blood clots on his lungs 2 months ago. It’s 100 out here – dry heat and he says he’s cold. No thyroid problem for him, so she’s got some whammies going on. She has really ballooned up!
Regarding Hillary’s 20 mile air trip from Martha’s Vineyard to Nantucket. Prior Post. At 12.04 pm 8/21/16 I wrote:
“This rich old broad from Nantucket
She had to pee in a bucket
When she went to the loo
Occupied by a few
She’d scream at her guards
And shout FUCKIT!
Then I went off to work and when I returned I find that MJA has a Sunday night poetry reading. Should be Limerick reading, but my point is, like Rodney Dangerfield, I get no respect. Just sayin’, not bitchen.’
Hillary Clinton is delusional.
She thinks her actions are usual.
The media is complicit.
Their actions are illicit.
If elected, our country is in the toilet.
Hillary, OH Hillary…she was there….all dressed in pink….took Huma behind the barn and made her fingers stink….singin’….balls to yer partner, ass against the wall….if ye never get laid on Saturday night you’ll never get laid at all….Bill Clinto, OH Bill Clinton…he was there…doin’ this and that….amusin’ himself by abusin’ himself and catchin’ in his hat….singin’….balls to yer partner, ass against the wall…if ya never get laid on Saturday night you’ll never get laid at all….last verse worse the the first AND…
I’m with her, and she’s with us,
Or so her minions say,
But she’s always with with someone else,
Whose money holds more sway.
Jazz quartets and private jets,
Swag bags stuffed with loot,
Secret deals at six course meals,
Buy many a pantsuit.
But when the crowd she hates awaits,
With placards and canned cheers,
It’s almost more than she can bear,
This weight of lies and years.
It wasn’t meant to be this way,
With good chance she might lose,
She thought it mere formality,
To crush Jeb, John or Cruz.
But now, as darkness closes in,
Her heart a wheezing pump,
Her bunker walls are trembling,
From a nemesis named Trump.
Woe to the complicit eyes,
who dare agree with those chafed thighs.
Bid once, but she won’t early take;
For a larger haul will she make.
Buy once more the screams and lies;
It won’t be long until someone dies.
This is my Mister’s submission:
In Nantucket she lies
With her urine soaked thighs
The lawyer from Yale
that should now be in jail
She has Bill on a leash
cause the bitch smells like fish
“as your pres I’ll be like kin”
She lies with a grin.
She’s mad as a hatter
And black LIes do matter
An aging old consort of Humas
Gave birth to some scandalous rumahs
She needs that tongue skill
Been untouched by Bill
Since the days they were both Baby Boomahs
No waze tired to visit Nantucket
20 miles, hell we’ll fly, fuck it
Especially to fill my cash bucket
Cher will be there with her usual flair
She’s an ignorant bitch but I really don’t care
With any luck Bill won’t ask her to suck it
A decrepit frontrunner named Hil
Appears to be shockingly ill
Her handlers dissemble
But inside they tremble
That she might kick the bucket ‘fore Bill
Huma the Puma straddled her Hil
Huma the Puma was given a thrill
All the Kings horses
And all the Kings men
Can’t make Huma take Weiner again
@thirdtwin
Wowsa! Kiplingesque.
*finger clap*
An evil bitch slithered to Nantucket
Her drapery hiding a bucket
She kept it close to her heart
‘Cause that’s where she farts
All her shrink can say is “Ahh, fuck it!”
Hillary’s rotting corpse…
Lay flat among pulsating penguins…
unbeknown to them…
and then the sun came up…
somehow quivering…
I clipped my fingernails…
free I said, be free…
The little ones flew and it was morning…
h/t Che Penocha…
sorry – i only have this one nantucket limerick…..
there once was a frog in a bucket
who was to be wed in nantucket,
but try as he tried,
he could not jump outside,
and that’s way he never got….married…..
++++++++++++++yeah, i know, it doesn’t rhyme…….
who the heck is “chu?”
sposed to be chuck…….have we all been pared down to three characters?….i don’t THINK so……..there may be a lawsuit looming……..
Dodged Sniper fire in Nantucket
Benghazi video, fuck it
Home-brew server, chuck it
James Comey subpoena, duck it
it was august in nantucket
^ arggh. That was just a mispost.
This is happens when you sell your soul to the devil. He sends you warm-up jackets so you can get used to the temperatures where you will be staying for eternity.