Thanks for announcing you're pregnant while John Bolton is undergoing confirmation hearings. He's a really really crummy nominee, but since Amorica will likely be more interested in dissecting whether you are ready to be a mom (and really, hitching your wagon to Kevin Federline does raise some red flags; your "people" had an issue with that nice guy back home why?) and what sort of Satan spawn will emerge from her Camel-tarred, Red Bull-soaked womb (rivalling possibly only the love child that might have erupted from the union of the genetic specimens that are Flava Flav and Brigitte Nielsen) instead of what message are we sending by putting Bolton in the ambassadorship to a body he thinks shouldn't exist? I mean, it would be one thing if it were a country like Luxembourg or Belize, but the U.N.?
Whack. O.
Well, I'm about to take a shower and, mark my words, wash the ninja right out of my hair. It will be very short bus tomorrow, I just know.
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