How fetus-loving, walking Google bomb Rick Santorum has gone this long without receiving the Bad Lip Reading treatment is one of life’s great mysteries, I think, but nonetheless it has finally arrived. And predictably, it’s packed full of gems almost as wacky as the actual things that typically come of Mr. Sweater Vest’s mouth.
“The big, fat chick stunk. Like beef. And candy depression. And gum and stuff.”
“I’m living for donuts and venison. And that’s true. And specialty gopher meat.”
“Tacos and egg whites, and you’re not gonna win. Diarrhea is okay. One time I just let it shoot off. It went on for half a block.”
Gold, Jerry, gold!
Enjoy!