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Nancy Pelosi’s Golden Moment

by Vanderleun on January 26, 2020

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She’s got the look. “And those wonderful people out there in the dark.”

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ghostsniper January 26, 2020, 11:34 AM

freeki

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jwm January 26, 2020, 2:27 PM

Can we please, please, please See Nancy fade into black?
I’d buy a ticket.

JWM

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TrangBang68 January 26, 2020, 2:50 PM

I’m sorry but I tend to relate that to a certain reptilian old bat swilling wine in an ill gotten mansion in Chappaqua, New York

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Stargazer January 26, 2020, 3:23 PM

Well done. Yes, Pelosi will fade into history. Another lost soul who thought she should be queen. Sad, actually. Sad.

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Obie January 27, 2020, 5:29 AM

Well, there’s always bobble-headed Hillary.

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Jewel January 27, 2020, 9:36 AM

She was less freakish and far more youthful than her current surgically enhanced descendants now always ready for their closeups.

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Bunny January 27, 2020, 10:19 AM

The post inspired me to watch the movie. Big difference between 50 (Norma) and 80 (Nancy), but yes, overcorrection is grotesque.

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ghostsniper January 27, 2020, 10:28 AM

“The post inspired me to watch the movie.”
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Agreed. I’ve been wanting to see that one for some time. This might just move it to the front burner.

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Bunny January 27, 2020, 10:51 AM

Ghost,
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6curx1
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6ctjsc
Lots of commercials, but after a while you can skip them after 10 seconds.

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ghostsniper January 28, 2020, 4:09 AM

Thanks Bunny, I’ll check em out.

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