“What’s that green lump in my water?” Hillary asked snottily Thursday, 15 September 2016, 3:30 BFH Uncategorized 51
You did not see the SS supporting her because her legs wouldn’t bend! Hillary’s propaganda machine denied stiffly. ——— Hey, that’s a triple. Propa – support ganda – see stiffly – wouldn’t bend
“I… am… in… perfect… health,” said Hillary in fits and sharts. (Botec – I just wanted to add a little something to your goodie!(
She had one doctor saying she was sick, and another one saying she was well. It was more than puzzling. It was a paradox.
“I can’t remember having any classified material. I mean, I can’t. I really can’t.”, Hillary recanted.
“I have to wear Depends for a female problem,” said Hillary sheepishly.
“Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” exclaimed Michelle, abominably.
“They’re a real basket case,” Hill said deplorably.
Hillary said to herself I’m with her as she reflected.
The advice Hillary’s Doctor gave her was sobering.
“I do not have sexual relations with that woman” Bill ejaculated.
When Hillary tried to understand the reason for her poll numbers she was at a loss.
Hillary pointed to the beautiful wood floor and said to Human, I love tongue in groove.
… she said woodenly.
“I didn’t know souls were green!” exclaimed Hillary, screechingly.
You’re deplorable Hillary said condescendingly to the executioner as the trapdoor dropped.
You did not see the SS supporting her because her legs wouldn’t bend! Hillary’s propaganda machine denied stiffly.
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Hey, that’s a triple.
Propa – support
ganda – see
stiffly – wouldn’t bend
“why is the pavement coming up to meet my face”, she said abruptly?
“I… am… in… perfect… health,” said Hillary in fits and starts.
“What does the future hold for me?” Hillary wondered cryptically.
Upon learning that Hillary actually had the CLAP, Trump applauded.
“What difference, at this point, does it make?” Hillary snarled coldly.
“If I catch him dicking another bimbo I’ll kill him with a skillet” Hillary deadpanned
BILL! Get those things out of my face, she said testily.
“She’s staggering like she’s been bashed in the head with a 2×4,” Bill opined.
“Is that the rope you’re going to hang me with?” asked Hillary coyly.
“Sure, I’ll have ‘nother beer,” Hillary mugged.
“I’m so glad the press doesn’t push,” said Hillary ironically.
“Where’s Justice Ginsburg?” asked Hillary ruthlessly.
“They had to amputate both of them at the cankles”, Hillary said defeatedly.
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“Nobody can keep us in prison. Now hand me that rope.” he said condescendingly.
“I… am… in… perfect… health,” said Hillary in fits and sharts.
(Botec – I just wanted to add a little something to your goodie!(
“I don’t remember where the ladies’ room is,” complained Hillary dependably.
“I really, really, need my 8am Coumadin,” she mourned.
“I can’t put up with much more of this stress,” said Hillary in a strained voice.
They keep calling me a bitch. She complained doggedly.
“I ain’t no ways tired” Hillary stated darkly
“I think this milk has spoiled,” Hillary turned and said sourly.
“I don’t recall,” said Hillary thoughtlessly.
“What difference, at this point, does it make?” asked Hillary undiplomatically.
“Sending out this tweet to let you all know it’s our time of the month,” her and Huma co-texted.
Maniacal Hillary imagines as president, oppressing Trump deplorables and laughs insanely.
“Huma, go fetch me a friggin cough drop!” Hillary rasped.
Barack told Reggie, “I’ve got your back” with glee and gaiety.
The Obama’s really do poop in the woods Berry excreted!
“Why do these Depends make me so itchy?” Hillary rashly asked
She had one doctor saying she was sick, and another one saying she was well. It was more than puzzling. It was a paradox.
Look children I can spit up shoe polish, how cool is that?
He was pretty sure she didn’t want to have sex, because she gave no indication.
“My hoochie is smarter than Huma’s,” she wisecracked.
“I can’t remember having any classified material. I mean, I can’t. I really can’t.”, Hillary recanted.
“I’m not dead yet” Cankles blurted prematurely.
“That was the best tasting tamale I ever had!” said Michelle Obama dumpingly.
“I don’t need a bra at 70 years old,” she uttered.
“I’ve wet my pants”, Hillary said warmly.
Whats that on top of my beer? Hillary foamed.