What would your Christmas card say to Michelle Obama?

How's it hanging? Beotch!

Hey Michael How's it hanging, a little to the left or a little to the right. Don't forget next time use a cup.

Chewey get us outta here!

Hi Mike, Would you be so kind to come over so me and the kids can mash your face in some dough so we can make gorilla cookies/

Decorate the Christmas tree with red and purple balls

If you run out of decorations... just use one of yours.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

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Lets not sugar coat it
Foad

Your husband takes it in the ass.

Merry Christmas.

In the spirit of Christmas,
May God have mercy on your soul,
you will need it!

Wow, this thread is full of loving christians.
The religion of peace and love.

When did you become Michelle, Michael!?

Last Edited by Alien grey on 12/12/2018 03:13 PM

Fuck You Very Much.

why did the left lie and tell the world this was a woman?

Tickets to a "Becoming: An Intimate Conversation with Michelle Obama", at the Ryman Auditorium go on sale Friday, tickets start at $99.

That's a higher starting point than virtually any artist or performer than I've ever seen. Will be interesting to see if it sells out at that price point. (And, can't imagine what front row tickets will cost.)

I hope that Joan Rivers wasn't feeding us a bunch of Bullshit while the
photoshop weasels were busy at work!

On the other hand …I don't give a Fuck if She is a tranny or not at this point.



Merry Christmas

Ot would be one o' them musical cards...

South Park R.Kelly Song

As i was searching through the malls , I couldn't find the right gift for a creature with balls, as i continue to shop with christmas cheer i start to think it would be easier to find a gift for your husband the queer, walking out of the mall and looking into my half empty bags i realize it was hard shopping for these fags, feeling like it is my civil duty to get something for you two that like it in the booty , may St. Nick bring you a bag of dicks for you two to share and trade make sure to enjoy your aids , even though it was hard I settled on this card ..

Dear Mike Obama, I hope you enjoy Christmas dinner with your inner striking jaws May it nourish your yellow, battery acid blood.

Last Edited by TheEndBeautifulFriend on 12/12/2018 04:37 PM

Are those things actually a reference to John Norman?

Wear your fucking Jock Strap you filthy Animal. No one one wants to see your junk flapping around when your dancing on Ellen.

Amen


-Shamrock Christmas prayer

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the House majority of DEMONRATS Not a creature was stirring, not even a rat;
Their SMOCKINGS were hung by the NECK with care,
I was in hopes that Santa Clause of the United States (SCOTUS) soon would be there;
Their BORROWED FAKE children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of PIZZA and HOT DOGS danced in their heads;
Michael and Obama left their 'kerchief MAP,
While I next door donned my MAGA cap,
I had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We all sprang from our beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
THE STORM was upon them and gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But the POLICE, the FBI, and the DOJ and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
THEY knew in a moment it must be POTUS and they felt SICK.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, KAVANAUGH! now, WHITAKER! now, SESSIONS and FLOTUS! On, IVANKA! on Qpid! on, DON JR and HIS SON! (Can’t say his name here)
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of SUBPOENAS, and INDICTMENTS too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney POTUS came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with FAKE NEWS and soot;
A bundle of PRISON SENTENCES at GITMO for the deep state
he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave THEM to know that they had something to DREAD;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all their stockings with PRISON SENTENCES; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
THEY’RE ALL GOING TO PRISON, HURRAH HURRAH!
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

When Bush handed Michael that note did you notice the look on Trumps face? Bush did it on purpose to thwart Trump. And now look who's next! Michael will be eating monolithic amounts of peanut butter and oatmeal where he is going! And he will have a choice of boxers briefs or jock strap?

Crosses burning
on the banks of the Mississippi
Men with white hoods
teaching a pickaninny
Not to curse, nor steal
Not to murder or rape
For they are white wizzards
and it is an ape

Who ?

Jungle Balls, Jungle Balls
Michael has two eggs
and a salami quite so large
to fully stretch out Barry's arse
Hey!

Poetic justice!