Hillary Clinton and Louise Linton are the living proof in Washington that you can take the hick out of the alfalfa but you still can't take it to symphony.
We really love Louise Linton since she's the latest Republican trophy girl to make a dribbling fool out of herself but this time it's even better since she was originally a second-rate actress in Hollywood. She star fucked her way to the big bucks with Steve Mnuchin and now she wears the sable she knew she really deserved to wear someday and those other poors never deserved to have.
Hillary Clinton's reaction to NAZIs marching the streets and coast-to-coast uproar over it was (thud) to release another book just like the old book and compete with Taylor Swift for this year's award of the Miss Social Vacuum title since Ms Taylor did almost exactly the same thing.
Zen Yogi: Silas, do you have that dream in which Hillary Clinton suddenly explodes into slime from "The Ghostbusters" and it runs down the street to finish the job in which Donald Trump drowns in his own self-pity?
No, Yogi. Is that part of the training, Zen Master?
Zen Yogi: no, that's drug abuse, Silas
Which drug is that, Yogi, since I'm diggin' your dream.
Zen Yogi: the new drug is the same as the old drug so wanna smoke a spliff?
Where do you get a spliff, Yogi?
Zen Yogi: it was in a pic-a-nic basket. Do you want I should throw it away?
It just so happens I have a Made-in-America ZIPPO lighter right here, buddy. Let's get slimed.
Zen Yogi: what's this with the Book of the Month Club from Hillary Clinton. Why does she keep doing that?
She's got no act, mate; she's got no jam and she's way, way too heavy for hip hop. She's got a variation on the Republican theme, however, since the GOP authors typically plagiarize other authors whereas Clinton plagiarizes herself by writing the same whiny excuses each time.
Zen Yogi: maybe she only dreams of being a gag gift at bachelor parties so men can know what marriage is like?
No man would go through with the marriage if he knew that.
Zen Yogi: well, it may not be the best gag gift but it's sure to enliven the bachelor party
Bring on the hookers?
Zen Yogi: you have been to one before!
I was the star that night, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: how were the hookers?
There were no hookers, Yogi, and negatory on any strippers either. All in all, bachelor parties would be much better without, well, the men.
Zen Yogi: why is that, Silas?
With that lot, once you get past lawn mowers and maintenance, there's not much left. Best to skip the men and get straight to the hookers.
Zen Yogi: I don't consort with hookers, Silas
Do you watch pundits or politicians on television, Yogi?
Zen Yogi: I see your point, Silas. Someday you will be the Zen Master, King of the Pic-a-Nic Baskets
A mere neophyte can only dream, Master Yogi.
Zen Yogi: yes, but a neophyte who can get off his dead ass to steal pic-a-nic baskets becomes a Prince
See, Master Yogi, that is why you are the Zen Master.
We really love Louise Linton since she's the latest Republican trophy girl to make a dribbling fool out of herself but this time it's even better since she was originally a second-rate actress in Hollywood. She star fucked her way to the big bucks with Steve Mnuchin and now she wears the sable she knew she really deserved to wear someday and those other poors never deserved to have.
Hillary Clinton's reaction to NAZIs marching the streets and coast-to-coast uproar over it was (thud) to release another book just like the old book and compete with Taylor Swift for this year's award of the Miss Social Vacuum title since Ms Taylor did almost exactly the same thing.
Zen Yogi: Silas, do you have that dream in which Hillary Clinton suddenly explodes into slime from "The Ghostbusters" and it runs down the street to finish the job in which Donald Trump drowns in his own self-pity?
No, Yogi. Is that part of the training, Zen Master?
Zen Yogi: no, that's drug abuse, Silas
Which drug is that, Yogi, since I'm diggin' your dream.
Zen Yogi: the new drug is the same as the old drug so wanna smoke a spliff?
Where do you get a spliff, Yogi?
Zen Yogi: it was in a pic-a-nic basket. Do you want I should throw it away?
It just so happens I have a Made-in-America ZIPPO lighter right here, buddy. Let's get slimed.
Zen Yogi: what's this with the Book of the Month Club from Hillary Clinton. Why does she keep doing that?
She's got no act, mate; she's got no jam and she's way, way too heavy for hip hop. She's got a variation on the Republican theme, however, since the GOP authors typically plagiarize other authors whereas Clinton plagiarizes herself by writing the same whiny excuses each time.
Zen Yogi: maybe she only dreams of being a gag gift at bachelor parties so men can know what marriage is like?
No man would go through with the marriage if he knew that.
Zen Yogi: well, it may not be the best gag gift but it's sure to enliven the bachelor party
Bring on the hookers?
Zen Yogi: you have been to one before!
I was the star that night, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: how were the hookers?
There were no hookers, Yogi, and negatory on any strippers either. All in all, bachelor parties would be much better without, well, the men.
Zen Yogi: why is that, Silas?
With that lot, once you get past lawn mowers and maintenance, there's not much left. Best to skip the men and get straight to the hookers.
Zen Yogi: I don't consort with hookers, Silas
Do you watch pundits or politicians on television, Yogi?
Zen Yogi: I see your point, Silas. Someday you will be the Zen Master, King of the Pic-a-Nic Baskets
A mere neophyte can only dream, Master Yogi.
Zen Yogi: yes, but a neophyte who can get off his dead ass to steal pic-a-nic baskets becomes a Prince
See, Master Yogi, that is why you are the Zen Master.
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