Sarah “The Quitter” and Bristol “The Baby Pooper” Palin took their Joan & Melissa Rivers grifter act on the road yesterday appearing at a mall just like Tiffany used to when she was America’s Greatest Songstress. As you are probably aware, Bristol has an autobiography (that someone else wrote) out and so she is autographing it (true story: she dots the ‘i’ in Bristol with a dollar sign) for people who will read at least ten pages a day or until their lips get tired of moving, whichever comes first. Bristol’s parents, Sarah and Snowbilly Cletus are also along for the ride to supervise and see that she eats well, gets enough rest, stays unpregnant, and doesn’t eat the Sharpies thinking that they’re licorice SlimJims. Again. Unfortunately the crowds really aren’t into Bristol all that much:
When 22-year-old Erik Sanchez talks about Sarah Palin, his eyes go wide and his face lights up with an exuberance usually reserved for rock stars.
In fact, when it comes to stars, Beyoncé is No. 1 for Sanchez. But Palin is a close second, which is why he stood in line with hundreds of others on Wednesday for a chance to meet her at a book-signing event at the Mall of America.
The scheduled main event actually belonged to Palin’s 20-year-old daughter, Bristol, who was signing copies of her memoir, “Not Afraid of Life: My Journey So Far.” But for many who stood in line with copies of Bristol Palin’s book, the real draw was her mom, who took the national spotlight when she joined John McCain on the 2008 Republican presidential ticket.
According to the book-signing event’s rules, Palin fans had to buy Bristol’s book in order to get Sarah to sign one of her two books, “America by Heart” or “Going Rogue.”
Not a problem, said Sanchez’s friend, 18-year-old Merelly Garcia from Excelsior. “I’m more of a fan of Sarah’s, but I read Bristol’s book and it’s really good,” Garcia said.
Hopefully Merelly didn’t tell Bristol how the book ended because, you know, spoiler. Sensing that she may have hurt Bristol’s feelings Merelly added:
“I told Sarah she was a great inspiration and that the nation needs more people like her as leaders,” Garcia said. “I told Bristol I like her shirt.”
That may not sound like a lot, but until a few weeks ago before Bristol had her entire skeleton removed because her face resembled a squirrel storing up nuts for the nuclear winter, the nicest thing people ever said to her was that she didn’t sweat much for a fat girl. Telling her that you like her shirt gives her something that her autobiographer can write in her diary for her.
Best. Day. Ever.




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The clips I’ve seen on the toobz are all Bristol on FOX yammering, “as I wrote in the book, blahblahblah, as I wrote in the book, blahblahblah, as I write in the book…” Sorta reminds of Ann Elk.
“My theory, by Ann Elk. Well not really an elk, Ann Elk. This is my theory and it is mine…..the brontosaurus was very thin at one end, very thick in the middle, and thin at the other end. That is my theory, which I wrote and which is mine, Ann Elk.”
It would seem that Erik Sanchez likes big butts and he cannot lie…
Sarah must be worried that if she shows up at any more historical landmarks she will fail yet another quiz.
There, fixed that up for ya!
If Snowbilly Cletus = Ragin’ Todd Palin
Then FattyMcFatFat’s biological father = ?
Because it would be irresponsible not to speculate…..
Granny D checking in. I come here for puppies. No cat fights tonight, mkay?
Sarah got a little more grifting in at the mall apparently by sidling over to the dept store and doing some live promotion for her new skin care product, Ceement Ponds.
That was the second nicest. Nicest was, “Hey, from back here you look just like your mother.”
Nicest was, “Hey, from back here you look just like your mother.”
Nah, THAT was the second nicest. The nicest was: “Hey you look really different now.”
What? Nobody offered her a cream-filled long john? Sad to be that young and rich and nobody offers her a cream-filled long john.
It’s funny, but you gave this amazing-world-changing-political-exploding-game-changing-America-restoring-grass-smoking-roots-main-event-wrestling-extravaganza a lot more attention than the folks at C4P.
I just hope Mr. Garcia never meets Marcus Bachmann.
Oh, and dogs/Palins aside an’ shit but you still aint gave us no Hope.
Well, she apparently already got a cream-filled long john-ston…
although my hunch is that one isn’t all that long, but seems to have done the trick at least.
So, in the Palin Pod, a twenty year-old feels the need to sorta write a book about her life journey (a journey that equates to a cross town bus ride in Manhattan – express)? If that’s the bar, the life journey I would like to read is Trig’s. Couldn’t be any less articulate, and I would really like to know some of the places he’s been.
The mall had a whole page of rules to “protect the people waiting”. You coundn’t show up before 5, couldn’t get out of line. At 5 o’clock 12 people showed up.
Heard a joke yesterday that was too good not to repeat:
“What’s the difference between Sarah Palin’s mouth and vagina?
Only one retarded thing ever came out of her vagina.”
Nice try, but he’s been trained not to say whose chute he came down.
rmac3: Palingates had pictures, just priceless. The brand’s going down, and even Bristol’s going after Michelle Bachmann for stealing Sarah’s mojo. Let’s take a collection to send Willow to American Idol, she needs something to do now.
And in normal republican math-challenged skilz, the people in the mall who leaned over the 2nd floor railing to see if the small gathering was for a cooking demonstration were counted as “attendees”.
HA!
and 104 reporters.
May I propose a new tag for stories related to Bristol’s autobiography: DRAGGING HERSELF THROUGH THE ESKIMO STREETS AT DAWN ?