Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
Hillary Clinton said the biggest challenge she faces every day…
Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
Hillary Clinton said the biggest challenge she faces every day…
…is facing the fact that she is really not Tea Leone.
…is the existential struggle between goodness and her true nature…
…is finding someone who isn’t a cloying sycophant to relate to.
…is whether she should ignore the New York Times editors today…
Hillary Clinton said the biggest challenge she faces every day…
is believing the B***S*** that comes out of her mouth.
Oil can! Oil can!
is making sure her inner demons are well fed.
is facing her face in the mirror.
is cackle practice every morning at 5:00am
Another morning, another brutal hangover.
…is thinking about something other than her own ambitions and personal wealth.
…relating to other people.
…is the cankle hike when getting shod.
…is men; she can’t live with hers and she can’t get the time of day without him.
…is finding a back she hasn’t stabbed.
…is getting liberals to speak their minds after she has sucked all of the arrogance out of the room.
…is paying her mortgages.
…is getting people with dirt on her to die in a convenient and timely manner.
…who are we kidding, she’s the wife of an ex-president with political power and a net worth of tens of millions. She HAS no challenges.
…Chelsea’s constant badgering…”don’t ruin this for me, mom!”
…kicking Huma out of bed before 10 AM to make coffee.
…Marx or Alinsky
. . . Is finding where her assistant hid that damn bottle of scotch!
…overcoming all that white privilege.
Straight Line of the Day: Hillary Clinton Said the Biggest Challenge She Faces Every Day… is finding enough virgins to sacrifice to keep her looking young and vibrant.
Oh, The Huma inanity
…is deciding: what difference does it make today?
…staying on top of email deletion duties
…avoiding the subpoena servers
…avoiding the press
…is making sure the flying monkeys are fed and walked.
…living with the humiliation of having to campaign for a job that is so beneath her.
deciding “What accent to use today? What cadence?”
… trying to force her feet into the glass slippers that so obviously belong to someone far more fair.
…is gravity.
…is finding some loose change to tip the Chipotle servers making minimum wage. All she’s got is $100’s.
Making sure that Professor Abraham Van Helsing isn’t lurking in the bushes ready to jump out and run a wooden stake through her heart.
. . . boxers or briefs?
. . . who will she suck the soul out of?
. . . toning down her Sheer Awesomeness so that the Little People won’t be too frightened to vote for her.
….trying to remember what lies she spewed prior to this day …………………………………………….but who listens or cares anyway?
– Are ways to conceal her strap on,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hair piece.
– is to wrangle up enough scratch to buy one of them sweet Chipotle burritos.
– is to quell that inner voice that tells her to have Bill “silenced”.
– is to not pursue her secret dream of being the first female yodeler of rap music.