Granny
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... a serious "barf ... barf ..." moment and had to close the book I'm reading. Actually, I don't know whether to cry, throw myself on the sofa and jam pillows over my head, or laugh my ass off. Another Hillary book. The author goes back to Bill's high school days. Sooooo... the author (at Bill's request) goes to the Little Rock airport to meet his (rented) private plane and accompany him to an Arkansas political election function - one in which he was running for an Arkansas office to unseat the current guy. She gets all dolled up (they had had an off again/on again relationship for some years). Bill steps off the plane and she's looking at his body language and thinking "hmmmm," when off the plane behind him steps this frumpy, lumpy woman with coke bottle glasses ... wearing what appears to be a brown sack ... coming closer to the car ... the "sack"is short enough to show off fat ankles and fat hairy legs ... the thick sandals show off big hairy toes ... and as she enters the car with her greasy dirty hair she's stinking to high heaven in sweat. Bill says, "Dolly, this is Hillary; Hillary, Dolly."
OMG ... I'm sorry folks. I can't help but wondering whether all the pant suits she wears these days are an indication of still hairy legs ... and the absence of sleeveless tops is an indication of hairy armpits as well.
OMG ... I'm sorry folks. I can't help but wondering whether all the pant suits she wears these days are an indication of still hairy legs ... and the absence of sleeveless tops is an indication of hairy armpits as well.