Oh dear. I don’t think this can be good. Too many lions, not enough Christians if you know what I mean.
Your Mommy Is Madonna |
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What people say about yo momma: Yo momma so ugly she looks out the window and got arrested for mooning. |
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raincoaster 
You think you got it bad?
Your Mommy Is Hillary Clinton
Same ‘dozens’ as yours though, so I’ll add my own . . .
Yo momma so ugly when she smiles, people try to feed her carrots, oats and sugar cubes
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I win!
Typical self-misogyny by which all women create their own glass ceiling! Why, if it wasn’t for me standing by Bill and all the sexist persecution I endured, I could have help lifted all women into a greater plane of political and social empowerment . . . .
Hey, I’m talking like mommy now!
You don’t think Madonna outranks America’s most famous loser?
No. I was just whining like my celebrity momma to see if I could get you to question your stance, feel a little uber-liberal guilt and blame yourself for having a better result on the quiz.
And I bet you hate me because my momma’s white, female and threatens the male-dominated status quo. If it wasn’t the month of the 40th anniversary of Robert Kennedy’s death, I’d read more into it . . . .
*rolls eyes*
Yep, a lot can happen in June.
Depending on the name form I choose I get Hilary, Madge, and Martha Stewart.
Your mother doesn’t actually remind me of any of those. Although she does kinda look like Hillary from a distance.
Surely you didn’t mean Sir Edmund Hilary?
When did you meet my mum? I personally think she look a bit like Her Majesty. In fact, when I launch my Pretendership to the Throne I intend to use that as a basis.
Your mother is a LOT taller.
Wasn’t that your mother at the wedding? Or did your dad bring some trollop he picked up on Columbia Street?
Could be worse – your mother could be Tenzing Norgay . . .
I got Martha. Stewart.
Excuse me. I must lie down.
Oh dear. Did you know she stole her daughter’s boyfriend? I suppose you could always poison her when she’s getting sloppy on Cosmos with Barbara Walters or something; then you’d be a billionaire!
Actually, during the reception I saw my dad talking with some bleached chick who gave off a definite “downtown” vibe. I couldn’t catch a good look at her, as she was wearing what appeared to be a dead white cat.
Actually, that was the scalp of the last grey-haired guy who gave me attitude. I know it looked big, but he was Italian.