Matt Damon went on camera this week voicing his concerns about the probability of having a de facto female president when McCain croaks. Damon says he’s scared that a women could, in the future, be in charge of the “nuclear codes” and that this type of thing only happens in Disney movies.
Well fucker
perhaps you have forgotten the huge list of protagonist female Disney characters. I’m pretty sure like 80% of them could run a country. For example…
abby mallard of chicken little as president
pocahontas for president
mulan for president
princess jasmine for president
lady for president
ariel for president
cinderella for president
take cinderella. This hoe spent her entire life working hard and being a team player while her evil step sisters and evil step mother Hillary were being fat whores. Then you know the rest.
hillary the evil stepmother
Long story short, maybe your parents didn’t read you enough stories as a kid, but a disney character president sounds pretty badass.
Some Rtards Made up a fake news story about the death of America’s beloved Hanna Montana. (or to you unbadass people… Miley Cyrus
Her fans, (probably not the smartest crowd)…. (well, besides me) believed the news story to be true all through the last three days. oh god the awful videos and blogs of fat teenagers.
So there you have it. Shes dead, three days later shes alive again.
where have I heard that before
anyways, I’m not a source of news. I just draw funny pictures sometimes. read it here
Some of you may have heard of P diddy’s opposition to rising gas prices because it makes flying his private jet a bit more pricey than expected. Once more you might to be interested know he dosen’t even own a private jet. You can read about it more here.
GAY
However I do sympathize with the man. The rising gas prices have made my jet pack a bit more of a hassle than usual. Super cools guys like us may need to find another way to get around.
Today my frineds Jose and Miguel from the contracting company came over. We hung out all day and built things with hammers and saws and stuff. It was pretty badass. Miguel tried to bet me that I coulnt round house kick my old lady neighber in the face.
… he was wrong.
At two we decided to take a break and they took me to a siesta party. I was a little uncomfortable at first, with all the essays wearing the bandannas and the guns and the knives and things. After a very close potatoe sack race and 9 stab wounds they finally accepted me into their family and we lived happily ever after
