The Hoe That Won't Die

You know what I can appreciate about Senator Clinton? That bitch is a fighter.

Hillary has made it quite clear that John Q. Democratic-Voter and party elders alike can suck her big toe; this hoe ain't rolling over for nobody. She didn't die after Texas and Ohio and she's still alive going into North Carolina and Illinois. She's been hanging on for months and now she's issuing challenges and shit.

She already practically told Barack to meet her in a dark alley in Cincinatti. Now she wants to go toe-to-toe with him on a stage, no moderator, Lincoln-Douglas style...like I used to do in high school.

Here's a link to the CNN article I'm referencing.

Because I know how busy (read: incredibly lazy) you all are, I've summed it up really nicely for you.

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Hillary: Yeah, Barack. I don't die. You thought you'd get rid of my ass by now, huh? You got me fucked up. I'm a Clinton, bitch!

Barack: **yawn**

Hillary: You know what, Barack? I'm sick of your rhetoric and charismatic bullshit. You wouldn't meet me outside in Cincy, so meet me on a stage. L-D style, hoe. That's right. I'm challenging you to a debate.

Barack: I'm not wasting my time on you. I'm busy talking to voters on the ground. Step your outreach game up.

Hillary: You scuuuured, Barack? Don't be scuuuured.

Barack: I ain't scared, you silly hoe. I'm busy. I'm a presidential candidate and a fucking U.S. Senator. Save your games for Milton Bradley.

Fox News' Chris Wallace: Why you ducking her out then? Huh? You always ducking her. Fuck's up with that, Barack?

Barack: I'm not ducking shit, Chris. We've had 21 debates. Like Jigga said...what more can I say? Besides, I've got better shit to do than play footsies with this bitch. Like talk to voters...and loosen Michelle's tight ass.

Hillary: He's a pussy, Chris. He knows I'm better at this. I lap his elitist ass in debate.

Barack (to Chris Wallace): You see what happens when you try to go from under the president's desk to sitting at it? Get this bitch out my face.

Hillary: He's just mad that I'm on his crusty ass heels. Voters liking me now. I'm the queen bitch of blue collar America. Pittsburg. Cleveland. Buffalo. Youngstown. Detroit. I got the rust belt on lock, son. I want a series of debates.

(turns to Barack)

That's what the fuck I want, a fucking debate, Barack. Not a gun fight up in Harlem. Why you running scared for? Why you ducking me and shit?

Barack: I said no, bitch.

Hillary: I'ma call you from a 212 or a 202 number at 3am, Barack. You better answer the goddamn phone, too.

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Anyway, I'm through cuttin' up with you hoes. I gotta get ready. Option C is still in the picture and is on his way over. He's staying here tonight. We're gonna play house.
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