During the second Presidential debate, a fly landed on Hillary Clinton’s face.
You could hear her handlers gasping, terrified the weight of it would make her pneumoniatic knees buckle.
During the second Presidential debate, a fly landed on Hillary Clinton’s face.
You could hear her handlers gasping, terrified the weight of it would make her pneumoniatic knees buckle.
I guess that rules out the “There are no flies on her!” superlative for her campaign.
(“…must resist impulse to devour this fly…”)
Like flies on a lying sack of $h!t.
The fly definitely knows its Shiite.
That was Obama’s own personal fly…she should feel honored.
enough botox that she never felt it.
of course flies love the smell of decomposition.