Why does no one believe me when I say he touches me?
Hey, Stranger folks, I'm all for throwing mud at Santorum, but can we at least leave his kids out of it?
Oh, shit, now he's going to be home all the time
he has chosen to make us and our children an issue in his campaigns therefore he and his fugly kids are fair game!
how 'bout: "how am i going to tell him i'm a lesbian, NOW?!?!"
'How long must I wait until my babydaddy Adam comes and swoops me up out of here like he promised?'
"I wish Dad would get done with his boring speech so we could go sing 'The Lonely Goatherd' at the Salzburg Music Festival!"
this picture is even better. http://www.wonkette.com/politics/rick-santorum/rick-santorums-two-dozen-kids-hate-you-213305.php
I wish Mom would stop dressing me and my stillborn sibling in matching pinafores.
You stole the pinafores right outta my mouth, GLS.
them some ugly ass kids.
I'm thrilled he's gone. I donated money to help it happen. I held my breath and cheered when it was official. But I get no joy from the tears of his kids. The whole point of this election is that we are the GOOD GUYS. And the good guys WON. We're better than this. We have no need to gloat over the misery of a child. Do we?
Of course we don't NEED to, Anastasia. We do it because it's FUN.
Little Missy's crying because her brother got santorum all over her dollie.
hey dickwad, the harry potter audition was YESTERDAY.
"Why and how is mommy poking my sin hole like that?? It hurts!"
"Let's start the bidding at $100. Do I hear $100?"
Girl: Santorum tastes like poopoo, Daddy!
Rick: Quiet, honey. Daddy has to admit defeat now.
"Why and how is mommy poking my sin hole like that?? It hurts!"
"God, what smells like shit?"
"Let's start the bidding at $100. Do I hear $100?"
Doesn't this picture (sans dirty Rick) remind anyone of Flowers in the attic?
Meanwhile, in an act of rebellion over the only thing in his life he can control, Rick Jr. soils himself.
Joe my god takes the cake. Well played!
" I look forward to spending more time with my family and my dog, though not in That Way, of course."
"Shitty night at Hogwarts."
At the conclusion of a hard fought but ultimately unsuccessful Senate race, Rick Santorum announces he's exhausted and plans to unwind with a massage.
His family reacts accrodingly.
At the conclusion of a hard fought but ultimately unsuccessful Senate race, Rick Santorum announces he's exhausted and plans to unwind with a massage.
His family reacts accrodingly.
1. Best picture ever.
2. Better his kids than the country.
"Uh-oh, Daddy's wearing the brown trousers now. Good thing he wore the jacket to match! But this podium is malodrous! He's finally loosed...the Inner Sanctorum!"
Ewww! Mommy, I HATE my name! It's gross!
Also, does anyone else think it's really tacky that her doll's dress matches her own?
"Bad news: I'm conceding the election. Good news: Borat is buying our children."
"Ew! Now I know why that German lady didn't want a neck massage!"
Okay, so let's just do this election over, and my wife won't pull the trigger.
And HE'S the one who made his kids an issue by bringing them up on stage to cry. Totally pathetic, undignified, and just all-around unfortunate move.
"awww, now the web site that seattle sex columnist put up comparing my family name to sex fluids will not be as funny."
Or
"I hate looking like a 45 year old church mother with 14 children."
Or
"At least my vagina matches my clothes"
nice kids, upset by all the stupid adults around them exuding negative and petty energy, including this slog
shame
remember your little boy will be seeking hand jobs from her in jr high - and show and hospital games much earlier
get a grip strandger danger folks, you are acting weirdo
Fat Girl w/Doll:
"Allahu Akbar!"
*blammo!*
how about: don't blame me because my dad is a jerk.
we've got like, what, a million targets today and everyone wants to pick on an a harmless little girl?
that photo will haunt that poor girl for the rest of her life. as dear old "boston" tommy ryan used to say, don't pick on the cripple.
Oh hell, Kerri. Seeing his family cry made my night last night. They're hardly cripples.
Maybe if I just crap my pants they'll take me home.
Pictured: Count Olaf, left, with Esmé Squalor and the Baudelaire orphans.
Don't mix lentils, beer, ice cream and twix.
"Just found out that Jesus Camp was cancelled too"
"You can stop praying now, honey...God(TM) is just like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, and you're too old to believe in that now."
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