with a Dirty Sanchez and a Dirty Martini
Well, it looks like our little lady might just be earning herself a sinecure on the wingnut welfare gravy train, having just returned from this year's howlfest. I mean, how else to explain a junket whose costs include rountrip airfare from Houston to Washington, DC; several nights at the Omni Shoreham Hotel; and all the mini-quiches and gin that you can stuff down your throat in 48 hours?
Sparkie's either collecting subsidies for her shitty little blog, picking up some extra on the side, or has an allowance any other pampered housewife with too much time on her hands might kill for.
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even i haven't seen a set of knockers like those! yours truly pamela anderson....
Where can I meet her?
Where can I meet her?
Either waiting in line for confession, or swilling martinis and swiping moustaches at Bennigan's, down at the mall.
Snakle, you know that pic she has of her pointing a gun at the camera? She slimmed herself down with some newfangled photoshop tool.
Did you see her Halloween pic? I think she got the "big-eyed" think from you.
The down side of this is that she thinks I am her only troll. She picks on me!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!
I emailed her and asked her to stop linkiing to my work info, but she's in the Jeffy league of people who think it's a-ok! to try to fuck with people at work.
Given that neither of them have had a job since St. Ronnie, they don't quite get how work works.
Oh, I forgot. I'm pretty sure the new Texas Magazine paid for her travel to RushFest -- I mean CPAC. She's been humping the interview with John Cornyn before and since.
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