Now Pay Robertson made some incoherent accusation that people are wearing some sort is Emporer Ming AIDS rings that have razors and give you AIDS if you shake hands?
When my Grandfather started talking like that we got him a special nurse. We didn't put him on TV for everyone to laugh about. Sheesh, I hate that guy and even I think it's time to stop broadcasting his pathetic slide into Alzheimer's. Dementia is sad.
Nicaraguan Crab Sandwich? How? Don't get me wrong, I'd try. But I don't see how it's possible without ending up in traction. And I do yoga.
My day has odd moments.
I've heard Dr. King's speech dozens of times in my life. It makes me cry every time. I can't think of any current speakers that have that effect.
Gay rights needs someone that dynamic and unifying.
Why do people always push for the one thing you're not offering? I don't lie to or cheat on my husband. I don't need to. If I fuck you, he'll know. He'll probably watch, participate, take pictures, cheer. But at the very minimum, he'll know.
So thanks for offering discretion. I'll pass. I don't need to meet your family and co-workers. I don't do outside relationships. Fuck, cum, go away. But when someone goes all discretion crazy, I feel the angry wife bullseye on my back and that's some shit I avoid like the plague.
I don't have access to 75 pounds of pot. Can I get cantaloupe legs by hauling something else through the desert, or does it have to be marijuana? I ask because I have a couple of marathons coming up and cantaloupe calves would really come in handy. Also, I'm not Mexican, or even Hispanic. Is that going to be a problem? Can only people of Mexican descent get that cantaloupe thing?
Actually, Representative King may not be able to understand this question. After all, he asked a woman if she understands English mid-conversation. Since a wet sack of hammers should have ascertained by that point in the conversation that she was fluent, Representative King is clearly less intelligent than a wet sack of hammers.
Maybe I should hose down some hammers and ask.
What's frightening is not that King is the kind of douche bag that will inevitably squirt something racist if you squeeze it. There are lots of those. Pick a Wal-Mart. Any Wal-Mart. You'll find one. What's frightening is that the ignorant douche population of our country is large enough to necessitate a representative of their own. Someone with the kind of empty piggy bank of a head that they don't know the body dimensions is Popeye are inaccurate.
