Home - by illustr8r - January 15, 2013 - 21:15 America/New_York - 21 Comments
Photoshop was open on my computer and I was bored.
F.D.R. in Hell
January 15th, 2013
Baracky the Shit meets Twinkie the Kid
“Hey! That’s MY bandana!”
eternal cracker p
I already buried you, where’s that Pillsbury Doughboy?
Two cream-filled lightweights
That’s not a Twinkie
“You da MAN!” “You are a man, aren’t you?”
Looks real to me.
Twinkie beats Cup Cake.
Is he talking to his butt plug?
99th Squad Leader
Bang! Bang! You’re dead Twinkie the Kid. Another one bites the dust.
Just line up the businesses!
“Smells like Reggie”
They both taste sweet to Reggie
There’s a new twinkie in town, and his name isn’t Reggie Hammond Love.
“Rick Perry sent me to invite you to Texas, not to the Raiders of the Lost Dork them park.”
“I like twinks”
“Does this smell like Reggie?”
Eleanor in Hell
Franklin, is that any way to talk about the boy who is running rings around your Administration and eclipsing your puny efforts to trash the Bill of Rights?
You’re just jealous that he’s done more to destroy America in four years than you did with more than 3x that time.
January 16th, 2013
You’re not the only one I’m putting out of business.
He’s not fit to wear a Stetson. Plastic toy hat with a skunk tail would be right down his ally.
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