Mr. Barack Obama has finally managed to take the Democratic Nomination for himself! We've been waiting for the end of this neverending story (spoiler alert: that movie ended) since... I don't remember when the whole thing started. It seems like it's been years that the media began to say, "The gloves are coming off!", "Are the gloves finally coming off?", "Their gloves are off!" (why gloves? Mittens are cuter), and "Is he a secret Muslim extremist?" (the answer is yes). And here we thought it'd last so long that the Nominee would be declared on the General Election ballot.
After spending so much time and money on plastic surgery (I heard that butt-implants are popular, ma'am. Just a suggestion), paying Bill to shut the fuck up and quit screwing up her campaign (the payment: female interns), and self-congratulatory parties, Hillary is batting her robotic lashes at Mr. Obama in order to convince him that she shuld be his VP. Maybe he would take Hillary up on her offer if she had given up (like the other cool kids) when they started dropping out twenty-something months ago. Or perhaps if she didn't imply that black people don't know how to answer the phone (some choose not to, because they have rights just like you).
It's like that age-old question, "Chocolate or vanilla?", except it was more like "Chocolate or bitch?"
I'm a chocolate kind of girl.
[Lola.]
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