A day late, but in honor of the fetid, rotten seafood scented Reich-wing inflatable love doll, mAnn Coulter, we present a photo essay in honor of her/his/it's 46th birthday.
The Reich Wing Love Doll
Packin Heat?
I couldn't post the last one which is called Ann's got an itch because it's only for those with a strong stomach, and if you dare, and don't say I didn't warn you, can be seen HERE
6 comments:
Ewwww -- can you imagine the spectacle if that is a gun, and if she ever felt she had to get it out?
Ewwww.
Oh, I'm going to take your warnings about photos so much more serioulsy now!!
I warned you.....
I've got a weak stomach and -- on your warning --I'm NOT even going to look, UL. There are things that mankind wasn't meant to meddle in, and it sounds like we're approaching that horizon!
46 years old hmmm? With any luck her first hot flash will cause her to spontaneously combust.
JFC, UL! And I have a cast iron gut. I know, I know, you warned us.
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