Sometimes, when confronted by the twin specters of ill health and work stress, a woman must do what she must do. That's right, write bad poetry about Republican Presidential hopefuls.
I'm reliably informed (you know who you are), that I've long ago lost all claim to relative sanity. In which case, I proudly own my madness, to paraphrase Michelle
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I love these. LOVE! Sometimes I think your brain is a twisted, convoluted, confusing place filled with wonders and oddities and all sorts of fantastical mythical creatures. And most times I want to live there. This is one of those times.
While Santorum DOES lead to all sorts of fun rhymes, I think the Mitt one is my favorite. Hahaha, made of money. The image of him with a bump it is just...yeah. I can't even.
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You're insane!!
Thank you, I think :).
your brain is a twisted, convoluted, confusing place filled with wonders and oddities and all sorts of fantastical mythical creatures.
Hahaha, what a delightful image! I feel like borrowing this and putting it on my CV. Oh, if only this was a marketable asset!
Politicians. Bad poetry is simply a proportional response :).
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Gah, I can't believe that you might have talked me into this madness!
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Van has had plenty of bad hair days so I think you'll have no problem finding material to work with...and I'll GLADLY take the blame!!! :D **SQUEEE**
Gah, I can't believe that you might have talked me into this madness!...Yes, yes, yes, YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS...it's been a LOOOOOOONG time since I last enabled someone!!!!!!!!!!! LOL
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