Vile Gelatinous Oaf calls Elise Stefanik Trash
Gelatinous George Conway turns his tumescent temper on Congresswoman Elise Stefanik for shredding the Democrats’ Shampeachment playbook.
For the life of me I will never understand why Kellyanne Conway mated outside of her species. What was she thinking when she yoked herself to a vile gelatinous oaf like George?
It’s like Princess Leia throwing good sense to the wind and marrying Jabba the Hut.
Aren’t there laws against this sort of interspecies coupling?
It’s bad enough Gelatinous George craps all over Kellyanne’s boss so he can get ResistanceLOL follows and retweets – not to mention face time on MSNBC.
But now he’s turning his tumescent temper on Congresswoman Elise Stefanik for shredding the Democrats’ Shampeachment playbook.
Well, of course Gelatinous George is upset over Elise Stefanik.
The only reason the pretty news anchors give him a passing glance is because he feeds their impeachment fantasies.
[Editor’s note: I was going to say he delivers on impeachment porn, but using “porn” in reference to this gelatinous oaf gave me a queasy. Great. Now this editor’s note gave us all a queasy. I should’ve just left well enough alone.]
If the Democrats’ attempt to take out Trump blows up in their faces, old tubby will lose his ticket to the In Crowd.
Hating on Trump and being married to Kellyanne are all Gelatinous George has going for him.
Seriously, Kellyanne. What did you see in this quivering mass of cellulite?
It can’t have just happened in 2016 after the Trump transition team refused to give him a job in the Administration (despite his persistent mewling).
This kind of oozing, festering ugliness doesn’t spring up overnight.
So why on earth did you ever say “I do?”
Sure, there are odd couplings in history. Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller springs to mind.
Or Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton. Or Marilyn Manson and Rose McGowan.
But Kellyanne and Jabba?
I’m awash in a sea of confusion.
And I simply cannot understand why cable news keeps inviting this guy on. For crying out loud, he can’t even sit up straight.
Good grief. He’s the Leaning Tower of Cellulite.
And something tells me it isn’t a giant brain that’s forcing Gelatinous George to succumb to the mighty power of gravity.
He’s got a face and body made for radio.
So you can understand why I find it all manner of outrageous that this bulbous blob of jiggling Jello would call Elise Stefanik “trash.”
But see, so long as Trump Derangement Syndrome reigns supreme over the wankers at MSNBC, they will continue inviting Gelatinous George on – even if they need to go to a widescreen format to accommodate this porcine pustule’s corpulent mass.
Okay, I’m done.
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