The barf- fest culminates with a classmate of whom Miss H. is not fond traveling to the White House to vomit upon our Commander-in-Chief during a televised event. This seems like some kind of warped combination of Monte Python and Rush Limbaugh, neither of which, to my knowledge, is well known to my daughter. This masterpiece did earn her an A+, and so far no social workers.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
"The Throwup"
The barf- fest culminates with a classmate of whom Miss H. is not fond traveling to the White House to vomit upon our Commander-in-Chief during a televised event. This seems like some kind of warped combination of Monte Python and Rush Limbaugh, neither of which, to my knowledge, is well known to my daughter. This masterpiece did earn her an A+, and so far no social workers.
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Wow, she sounds just like a girl I grew up with. No matter how fast you run, you can't escape your genetic destiny. But it sounds like H is embracing it.
Operator malfunction. That's my comment above.
warped??? shes a genius!!! and a chip off the old block.....
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