Did I call it or did I call it? Not to be topped by Jeri Thompson, the undeclared First Lady, Hillary Clinton decided to one up her by exposing the assets only the blind could appreciate. Barf bags on standby.
There was cleavage on display Wednesday afternoon on C-SPAN2. It belonged to Sen. Hillary Clinton.
Avert your eyes, people. And send the children to their rooms before the screams of agony drown out everything else. Lesbian boobs, folks. Make way for the lesbian boobs.
She was talking on the Senate floor about the burdensome cost of higher education. She was wearing a rose-colored blazer over a black top. The neckline sat low on her chest and had a subtle V-shape. The cleavage registered after only a quick glance. No scrunch-faced scrutiny was necessary. There wasn’t an unseemly amount of cleavage showing, but there it was. Undeniable.
Lord, have mercy.
It was startling to see that small acknowledgment of sexuality and femininity peeking out of….
Make it stop.
After all, it wasn’t until the early ’90s that women were even allowed to wear pants on the Senate floor.
And I thought it was only the Scottish who wore nothing under there.
The last time Clinton wore anything that was remotely sexy in a public setting surely must have been more than a decade ago….
Bleargh! Choke! Gasp! Wheeze! I’m not going to survive this.
Throughout Clinton’s time as first lady, she wore clothes that were feminine and stately.
No…. Stop…. Please….
When she appeared on the cover of the December 1998 issue of Vogue, just after the Monica Lewinsky scandal had peaked….
Okay. That’s it. Game over. I’m done. Read the rest if you dare. If you don’t value your life.
In case your vomit bag isn’t full yet, just imagine Shrillary coming on to you:
To display cleavage in a setting that does not involve cocktails and hors d’oeuvres is a provocation.
Yuck! I’m already on my third bag. And my final bag overfloweth.
Between Jeri! and Clinton, which one will go topless first? Keep your shirt on Billy Jeff. Don’t blind the children.
Hat Tip: Happy Clam. I may never forgive you for this, you bivalve mollusk.
Who’s that girl?