I had the most disturbingly horrid thought today while looking at the Prime Minister's wife, Muchelle Obama in this woman just does not have wardrobe malfunctions like dressing up like a whore in Hawaii or showing up non stop at public events in Diana Ross Supreme's dresses while everyone else is bundled up in the cold, without a crazy Obama reason.All of that "look at too much of me" exhibitionism points to the disturbing thought that Muchelle Obama sleeps in the nude. Those thoughts of that big butt, those timbered thighs big as redwoods, with those 3rd world mams and mop haircut was just vomit green horrid.
I pondered her shuffling off in some gargantuan slippers to the potty at night, yawning and stretching, then loping off to the kitchen for some cherry pie as Secret Service people on the night gagged at seeing this apparition before them........probably leaving the fridge door open as she chugged some milk so one could see that voluminous gut growing as a gallon of milk disappeared, followed by a big ole belch before she lumbered off back to bed.
This then had me contemplating Val-erie Jarrett and Desiree Rogers, who also have wardrobe malfunctions as exclusively shown here in liking to expose their shoulders and arms in public.
You ladies like me know what that all means. For the gents that means these are the women who do not wear big butt granny panties, but these are the females who one sees in lingerie shops trying on those thongs which they couldn't have worn when they were 5 years old, but constantly are crammed into them, cutting off circulation and creating blood clots in their tourniquetted veins.
Always you know the patterns are either greasy, glossy synthetic satin in some florescent green or other obnoxious colors followed by Muchelle's public lust for faux animal prints.
Ish, now I see all of those bright circulation marks on their hides from lack of blood flow like a mule with a saddle burn.
The worst of this is not that they wear this stuff or are naked, but the worst of it is they actually think they look good in it.
In profiling segments of populations I visit the lurid side of lewdness to comprehend what makes the worst parts of society dysfunctional. One of the most puzzling things I have ever studied are couples who place nude photos of themselves online and it makes one wince to see these malformed forms actually on public display when a loving spouse would say, "This is not a good idea".
One can look at a centerfold and observe with airbrushing what a form of beauty is, but these folks look like Oprah and David Letterman naked. Another vision which makes one wince, but while Letterman only makes private videos with young girls and no one knows if Steadman has ever seen Oprah naked or wanted to, those visions are safely the nightmares of those couples, but this business of putting cellulite and mummified body parts on public display is beyond normal.
Even horny one can see that there is a difference between David Letterman and Brad Pitt. David Letterman is who one thinks about to cure horniness, not to have a fantasy with.
In that, it is a special kind of delusion one finds in females like Muchelle Obama and her Valdasherie oddities actually not only thinking they are vixens, but demanding that people look at them in calling attention to themselves.
For the record, Barack Hussein Obama has had more sex with males in the past decade than with Muchelle Obama. That should probably should tell troubled, miserable marriage Muchelle that if hubby is going gayer after you, that you ain't got what it is to be flaunting what you got in your naughty knickers in the 21st century as it is all downhill from here baby.
Yet there is pipes Muchelle begging for public attention which her private Obama will not validate. There she is pestering children to not be fat assed porkers when all she is, is a fat ass porker transferring her psychopathies on innocent children.
.........and she actually beaming like a buffoon thinks she looks good in 1960's Supreme's dresses which looked flour bag horrid then.
The smugness of Muchelle and her lard ass crew is beyond much. The photo of her in the lower left corner says it all. We used to attend the carnival or go to the drug store to get lips like that to make fun of each other, yet Muchelle sits in public pursing her lips into those wax form clown lips.
You have to figure that Barack smoking a joint one night or snorting coke off of Donald Young's navel had to have come home and said, "Clown lips", but apparently Muchelle misunderstood or the thong she was wearing had cut off the blood supply to her ears.
I don't know why old men wear earrings and necklaces. I don't know why Charlie Sheen thinks looking like a tanned 20 year old is not lounge lizard creepy. I don't know why 90 year old grannies with boobs that are 3 feet long post pictures online and I don't know why Muchelle Obama parades around like she is a centerfold.
Apparently liberals can delude themselves into thinking anything or will believe anything a teleprompter or the New York Times is paid to print in propaganda about them.
There should be a law for people without common sense, that a woman who looks like Muchelle Obama should be covered like a Muslim woman and not be allowed to tell other people how fat they are.
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