Friday, June 3rd, 2011

It’s the dick.

In conversation with my dear old friend and confidant Mlle Jenny, she asked what the deal was with John Edwards, and I said the same thing with newt Gingrich and Gary Hart and all the Kennedys and yadda yadda. She said, yes, but what is it?

it’s the dick.

Women will never, cannot understand. Unless or until you have one, you cannot or will not understand that when you have a dick, unless you live in a box, at some point or points in your life, all your intellect, reason, and judgment will fly out the window like a helium filled Mylar balloon on a bright summer day. Women should get down on their knees and thank god that they don’t have dicks, and if they want one they can invariably find someone who will let them borrow theirs for a while.

So since the hopeychangey morons

have willingly sold us all into slavery, the idle class reaping the rewards of the working class, and we’ve pawned our birthright for “green” beans, so to speak, when will we be chopping down the magic beanstalk and eating the giant? Enquiring minds want to know.