New York Primary Election Sept 14: Will you vote?

[doubtful]

Doubtful

[McDingleberry]

Hingle McCringleberry wrote:

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She's white like obamas mama, not like mine, you wasn't in class you were in the welfare office with the other miscreants of society getting you handouts from the working people who are being robbed by your Robbin Hood, obama. Get off your lazy ass and stuff some french fries at Mickey Ds' for the working people, go wait on them,stop being useless.

I rather work at Mickey D's than Dingleberry Farms like you.

http://dingleberryfarms.com/4.html

[Hingle McCringleberry]

McDingleberry wrote:

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I rather work at Mickey D's than Dingleberry Farms like you.
http://dingleberryfarms.com/4.html

Childish banter either from a child or someone arrested in development by choice, the results of being an obamaphile.

[McDingleberry]

Hingle McCringleberry wrote:

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Childish banter either from a child or someone arrested in development by choice, the results of being an obamaphile.

Do you eat da poo poo? Yes you do!

http://www.youtube.com/watch...

[Hingle McCringleberry]

McDingleberry wrote:

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Do you eat da poo poo? Yes you do!
http://www.youtube.com/watch...

Kinda like you drinking obamas' urine, it's really not koolaid, he's lying to you.

[McDingleberry]

Hingle McCringleberry wrote:

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Kinda like you drinking obamas' urine, it's really not koolaid, he's lying to you.

Sounds like you have the Dingleberry Blues

http://www.youtube.com/watch...

[Hingle McCringleberry]

Psychic inflation, like economic inflation,
means presenting greater values than really exist.
It means that the person loves and admires himself
for values for which there is no adequate foundation.

[McDingleberry]

Hingle McCringleberry wrote:

Psychic inflation, like economic inflation,
means presenting greater values than really exist.
It means that the person loves and admires himself
for values for which there is no adequate foundation.

You are a real Dingleberry

http://ickilip.blogspot.com/search/label/ding...

[Hingle McCringleberry]

McDingleberry wrote:

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You are a real Dingleberry
http://ickilip.blogspot.com/search/label/ding...

The name is McCringleberry, you are what welfare rats leave hanging from their unwiped asses.

[McDingleberry]

Hingle McCringleberry wrote:

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The name is McCringleberry, you are what welfare rats leave hanging from their unwiped asses.

That's what I said McDingleberry are you deaf? You are a particle of fecal matter attached to the anal hair.

[TeddyR]

Be gone, trolls.

[Hingle McCringleberry]

McDingleberry wrote:

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That's what I said McDingleberry are you deaf? You are a particle of fecal matter attached to the anal hair.

Obviously you are well versed in anal hair.

[Goober of Gloversville]

McDingleberry wrote:

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That's what I said McDingleberry are you deaf? You are a particle of fecal matter attached to the anal hair.

What do you , obama, and a babys' diaper have in common?

You're all full of crap

[MacDaddyobama]

McDingleberry wrote:

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That's what I said McDingleberry are you deaf? You are a particle of fecal matter attached to the anal hair.

Mcdingle, your name denotes feces, feces for obama. where as

Mr, Hingle denotes the best of satire

you are not worthy of a response from anyone, you are a little vile maggot slithering over rotting carrion, hurry and turn into a fly and land on the forehead of some piece of crap, like obama.

[Goober of Gloversvillle]

MacDaddyobama wrote:

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Mcdingle, your name denotes feces, feces for obama. where as
Mr, Hingle denotes the best of satire
you are not worthy of a response from anyone, you are a little vile maggot slithering over rotting carrion, hurry and turn into a fly and land on the forehead of some piece of crap, like obama.

Are you queer for Hingle or something? You sure like sucking his d*ck on this thread!

[McDingleberry]

Hingle McCringleberry wrote:

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Obviously you are well versed in anal hair.

Don't Shave That Hair!!! I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my buttcheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My butt was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two buttcheaks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

[McDingleberry]

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poo- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my butt off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my butt cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my butt at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for butt-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my buttcheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your butt having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony. TIL keep that ass hair!!

[there you have it]

The above disgusting, gross, and useless post was brought to you by an Obama supporter, folks.

Remember, they're smarter than the rest of us.

[MacDaddyobama]

McDingleberry wrote:

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Don't Shave That Hair!!! I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my buttcheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My butt was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two buttcheaks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

This could only be written by a public assistance obama urine drinker, I mean who has the time to display such perversion?

[MacDaddyobama]

McDingleberry wrote:

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poo- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my butt off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my butt cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my butt at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for butt-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my buttcheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your butt having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony. TIL keep that ass hair!!

Now I know why you voted for obama, you really do like to take a bite out of an obama shit sandwich every day. Bon appetite!