Dubya would obviously be a chocolate caramel pretzel cupcake that comes with a choking hazard.
Dubya would obviously be a chocolate caramel pretzel cupcake that comes with a choking hazard.
Basically I’m thinking a half-melted Peep
What’s the culinary equivalent of a birth certificate? A recipe? I demand to see this cupcake’s recipe.
But has it sexually assaulted anyone? What are its feelings about Mexicans? Muslims? What does it do when it sees a 10-year-old girl going up an escalator?
There’s a poem I’d like you to read. It’s called “Footprints in the Sand.” Oh, you’ve heard of it?
Those pants should be illegal, but the rest of her is magnificent.
*victoriously stirs drink*
I hope Al leaked the tape. If so, he wins everything.
ALL his stuff—used tissues from the garbage, greasy food wrappers, half empty energy drink bottles—making sure they’re rubbing up against his clothes and DVD covers.
I bet Al Roker and the rest have already put all of Billy’s stuff in a box out on the curb.
Couldn’t happen to a more worthy minor item of landscaping.
Bigly!
The best.
Sad!
Again, just want to point out that Bush was married with three daughters when this tape was made. Seriously.
Of course, he did.
I don’t know why people are so upset by that conversation. Why, what Trump said called to mind one of the most romantic scenes in film history: