Hilly and Billy on the Campaign Trail.
As Hillary and Bill separately crisscross the State of Iowa making campaign appearances, PRS Operatives were able to intercept a telephone call between America’s First Couple.
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Bill: Hello?
Hilly: What the HELL is wrong with you?
Bill: Who is this?
Hilly: Who the hell do you think it is, you piece of shit.
Bill: Oh … Hi, Hilly.
Hilly: Don’t you ‘Hi Hilly’ me. What the HELL is wrong with you?
Bill: What are you talking about?
Hilly: You know damned well what I’m talking about. I saw your performance on that morning television show today.
Bill: Which show? The one where I followed the guy talking about pig shit? Ha ha ha.
Hilly: Don’t get cute with me. I saw all three shows you were on, and you pulled the same shit on each one of them.
Bill: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Hilly: Oh, really? Horseshit! On every one of those shows, you spent damned near all the time talking about YOUR accomplishments. You didn’t spend any time talking about MY accomplishments!
Bill: Hilly, they’re only ten-minute segments.
Hilly: Are you saying that I don’t have ten minutes worth of accomplishments?
Bill: Let’s not go there, Hill. This discussion always goes badly.
Hilly: So, you rat bastard, you’re saying I have absolutely no accomplishments?
Bill: You mean other than marrying me?
Hilly: YOU SONOFABITCH. I’M SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE SAYING I HAVE NO ACCOMPLISHMENTS OF MY OWN. MARRYING YOU? YOU MUST BE SHITTING ME! YALE LAW SCHOOL, AND I WOUND UP WITH A SACK OF SHIT GOOBER LIKE YOU? YOU WERE NEVER ANY GODDAMNED GOOD! YOU! YOU! YOU! IT’S ALWAYS ALL ABOUT YOU. I’LL TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT YOU, YOU, YOU, AND THAT IS THAT YOU, YOU, YOU MAKE ME SICK! SICK! SICK!
Bill: You’re shrieking again, Hill. I’ve told you about that before.
Hilly:
Bill: Are you still there?
Hilly:
Bill: I said, are you still there?
Hilly: Yes.
Bill: Good. Now, if you’ll just learn to shut up and leave me alone, I just may be able to get us re-elected.
Hilly: OK, Bill. Sorry.
Bill: That’s better.
I wonder if they’ll get divorced when she loses?
Do they not realize how transparent they are, or do they not care? (Eh, both?)
Comment by RT — December 28, 2007 @ 11:29 pm
I have so many nasty things to say about that whore…it would take me the next month to finish. Thus, I won’t start. I hope they crash and burn during the primaries so that the rest of us can sigh a HUGE sigh of relief and then move on to the real business of assessing a true debate between the liberal and conservative candidates. I will say these two things, however: 1. I am absolutely bewildered that she has gotten where she has simply by be married to the turd. She hasn’t done a damn thing. It’s all about being a ’70s militant feminist bitch…and being married to that wretched lying sack of poop. 2. What the HELL is with the damn UGLY pantsuits! My gawd! Doesn’t she know how utterly repulsive she looks in those polyester pieces of crap?! Jeez, bitch! You really won’t downplay your militant feminist nazi bitch image by putting on a dress…or SOMETHING other than those BUT UGLY pantsuits!
Comment by Lee — December 28, 2007 @ 11:55 pm
You think slick Willy got some pussy that night?
Comment by Catfish — December 29, 2007 @ 12:38 am
You sir, are a gotdam genius..even if you are too clumsy to operate power tools. But that’s okay..I’ll do the chain saw bit and you just keep on bashing the Clintons.
Comment by GUYK — December 29, 2007 @ 7:28 am
Oh, God, not THAT picture.
My stomach, it churns….
Comment by Jersey — December 29, 2007 @ 11:44 am
ROFLMAO!!! You are brilliant Jimbo… brilliant.
Comment by Teresa — December 29, 2007 @ 3:38 pm
That picture. Those thighs. Just…gah!
Comment by Joan of Argghh! — December 29, 2007 @ 6:39 pm
I’m in no position to comment on anyone’s thighs, but at least I have the good sense to not expose them where I know cameras are going to be capturing them for the foreverness of the Internet.
Blah, blah, blah, you’re a genius, we all know that but, as your friend, I feel it’s my duty to tell you that even YOUR genius, no matter how brilliant the post, can be overlooked when you publish photos of presidential cottage cheese wearing spandex skivvies.
Comment by Erica — December 29, 2007 @ 6:46 pm
Despite the hysterical blindness I experienced when I looked at that horrifying photo, I must admit I am STILL laughing. I can actually envision them having that conversation.
I’m getting more confident every day that she can’t win. But that could be dangerous. When she loses, I’m willing to bet she’ll rip off her human mask, revealing her true identity as The Thing That Should Not Be, and causing us all to go hopelessly, babblingly, droolingly insane.
Be prepared!
Comment by Agamemnon Jones — December 29, 2007 @ 11:15 pm
How long until that picture rolls off the page?
Comment by hoosierboy — December 30, 2007 @ 9:12 am
Gotdamn you crack me up to no liv’n end.
Comment by Maeve — December 31, 2007 @ 1:38 am
Don`t know much about Pork futures, but it sure do look like Billy Boy is supporting Pork / Lard Butts.
Comment by dudley1 — January 1, 2008 @ 12:58 pm