MPS salutes notable theocrat and fetus-jar impresario Rick Santorum as the banner carrier of the GOP (and repressed sex-fiends, abortion-seeking false Xristians, adulterer-shielding false-Xristians, and corrupt DC insiders).
Here’s a round-up of tweets from unhappy people who didn’t get what they wanted for Christmas. The thing that is notable here are the number of people who wanted Apple products and didn’t get them. There’s not a single person who was longing for Android (and didn’t get it, I suppose). So a Kindle is not equal to an iPad in the eyes of these beholders, and that is what is known as brand recognition.
The homunculus gathered some of her face-sucker hatchlings from the baby-mill around, but with 25 of them she isn’t sure who they are, but thankfully they remember, sort of! On Dancer, on Dasher, on Donner, on, um, who the hell are you? But who’s missing?
Perhaps Marcus was out putting up twinkle lights? Dancing a Pas de Deux with some of the Sugar Plums? Getting some elves into trouble? Who can say!
Lady, I think that slip might be used, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. Not that there’s anything wrong with Santa exploring his more, um, glamorous side.
What Gropey McPizza doesn’t tell you is that the fire behind him? That’s Hell. I also like the way that Gloria pre-emptively takes his hand before Black Walnut gropes someone.
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