Showing posts with label Boob Belt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boob Belt. Show all posts

Saturday, August 21, 2010

You wanna do WHAT, Moochelle?



So, Moochelle Antoinette, the First Lady of WagyuLand and Vacationista Extraordinaire, wants to cure my obesity? Are you kidding me?


The White House consumes more Wagyu Beef than the city of Kobe, Japan, and don't give me that "monounsaturated fat brings down cholesterol" argument. The stuff may taste like velvet (especially if you like to eat raw meat which is how you more or less have to eat Wagyu) but the fat content is through the roof.

You want me to take diet advice from people who are pictured on vacation every couple weeks stuffing their suck-holes full of ice cream?


Is it me, or does POTUS eat ice cream like he used to do gay porn? We report, you decide.....

You want me to take eating advice from people who nominated a chubby country clinic doctor who once worked as an adviser to noted healthy-food purveyors Burger King to be the Surgeon General?

She wants me to change my eating habits but can't get her own husband to change his smoking habits?You want me to take advice from someone who wears a boob belt to restrain the roll?

(Massive thanks to Snarky Basterd at Feed Your ADHD for a part of this Ultimate Boob Belt Collage)


Maybe she can be on my next wave of SadMeal™ packages? You remember those, right?


I'm sure her scowling mug will keep kids from eating them, and the Left by then will have already forced the toys from the packaging.....