Buns

so my dog is outside enjoying the nice sweet spring sunday when i notice that she won't come in for anything. i can't figure it out. and then i see a bun in her mouth. a brat bun that was freezer burnt and put out for the birds. thanks dad. so i look at the fence where she had been sniffing and it is totally lined with buns. buns everywhere. ellie is happy right now because she is full of a buns as she scored one and would not let go of her prized possession.

combovers and birth certificates, oh my

i think that donald trump should spend less time looking for obama's birth certificate and more time looking for a new hair style. thoughts? i mean, his mom is from kansas so he's cool no matter what trumpy says. what a tard bucket. and what is he going to do if he ran for president, promise to turn the world into a magical version of atlantic city and turn the wars into operation drill baby drill so that he can pool all the oil into a million high rises. i mean, come on. this is the guy who's famous line is more famous than he actually is.

http://www.mediacomtoday.com/video/play/547405/channels/foxnews?sc_cid=watercooler_homepage_celeba