I feel tricked. I DEMAND 300 SANDWICHES AS RECOMPENSE.
I feel tricked. I DEMAND 300 SANDWICHES AS RECOMPENSE.
He should be honored to be called a cunt. I vote for Poop. He is a piece of Poop. I hate this Poop man.
I think we could all use a hedgehog in an egg cup.
I have no objections.
So this judge is a cunt? That's my ruling.
Easily replaced by "why was she so snippy?"
Having spent an extensive amount of time in Marion County, Indiana? I know this judge's name, and this does not surprise me in the least.
She's "lucky" he didn't turn it around to make it her fault, somehow.
Let's all bookmark this for the next time some MRA asks, "why didn't she just go to the police?"
"Here's hoping Marion County, Indiana voters show better judgment."
Well, you know, it wasn't rape-rape. </s>
I always knew there'd come a day when the Cartels went too far.
There's only one person who can bring this injustice to an end.
You know what helps?
These examples are about race, but the message is the same. I'm just going to leave them here for your perusal:
Obligatory:
Resident gay? Is he the only gay in the village?
I don't want to have to explain to my child what a closet is! We're a chest of drawers family!