Oh, please go away, you fucking has-been. No one wants to hear from you anymore. Your fluffing of Donald Trump was a tired act months ago, and now it is beyond pathetic. Go stuff another French-fried emu into your face and STFU.
“This is where the bullshit comes out,” the fabled New Jersey Whale told reporters. “I call it my sewer spewer.”
Ya gotta love his magenta power tie and his “You, too, can have a body like this! Ask me how!” attitude.
“Hey, I just had lunch with Trump. Do you see any shame stuck between my teeth?”
Apparently Woodward has tapes. I hope he has recordings of Christie and releases them to the public.
“To be clear, a number of the statements attributed to me and from others to me in the Woodward book are incorrect,” Christie said.
Well, zero is “a number.”
shorter Christie: “I still need a job. Will lie for work.”
I believe those recordings were already released. They are called “Songs Of The Humpback Whale”.
That’s so funny that even the woman in the foreground of the photo is snickering at it!
Listen, Christie, when it comes to how much room there is in American political discourse for lying power-mad Greater New York blowhard loudmouths, you might want to just go ahead and waddle off the stage, because there’s only room for (checks notes) huh, how about that—there isn’t room for any, actually.
I don’t care if it’s true or not. They’re turning on each other like slugs in a grease trap. Finally!
He’s still not gonna make you Attorney General, fat boy.
Christie’s pissed because of all those burgers he didn’t eat and all those salads he did eat didn’t get him a job in the government…
It appears Cockholster’s manservant, the one who picks up McDonald’s when diet-conscious Big Don(g) gets a Big Mac craving, is wearing Presidential Seal cufflinks.
Pshaw! And you thought he wasn’t handsomely compensated for his service.
One moment in memory has served me well during these days.
Failed restaurant, closed and about to be emptied of equipment. Kitchen, toss in in several cans of Raid. The Roaches turned the walls black trying to get away.
It feels that way again.
Ah, Chris. Nobody gives a shit about you.
Your 15 minutes became 7.5 min and then zero months ago.
Go sit on a beach, this time in the Carolinas, and wash away your sins - for good.
I would just love to hear from these toadies what exactly is incorrect. “I totally said ‘an idiot,’ and not ‘the idiot.’ See! Woodward’s a liar!!”
I haven’t seen Ghoulani around lately. You don’t suppose… Christie et him, do you?