I didn’t even know she was capable of teabagging.
Hmm! The more you know!

Is this how the priests convince the choir boys?

I have a terrible feeling that she thinks ‘teabagging’ is like what the extremist right wingers, nazis, and anarchists were doing earlier this year. (Well, then again, maybe they were doing that…Teabagging each other, that is)
But…Mom?!

These shit-for-brains clowns believe that Glenn Beck is 100% sincere and, in private, will tell you that it’s awful, just awful that, you know, one of THEM is the President. A nice person would look at the pic of the woman above and think that it’s better to just ignore her because she’s really too ignorant to waste time on. I look at the pic of the woman above and wonder how long the flap of sagging fat hanging from her upper arm would continue to quiver, how large the urine stain on her red highwaters would grow to be, and what kind of sound she’d emit if I took a flying leap and planted my steel-toed work boot deep enough into the wrinkly, bleached-white stretch-mark covered paunch she’s hiding underneath that t-shirt to rupture a kidney. Well, okay, I admit: I originally just imagined knocking her over with a rough shove, standing on her throat, and repeatedly telling her that I’m a socialist so that they’d be the last words she heard before she finally stopped flailing around and kicked it, but that seemed kind of mean and a lot more likely to grab the attention of prosecutors.