I wish to Christ that I could have witnessed this live.
Ten bucks says that Inhofe's somewhere in the Red Light district right now, staring at a ball of smoldering hash perched atop a thumb tack under a Tom Collins glass, while a 6'-5" transvestite named Gunther methodically cake-frosts the good senator's pasty, cellulite dimpled body with a mixture Crisco and Jelly Bellies.
I am pleased to see that they gave him all the respect he deserves.
That idiot regularly makes me glad I left all of my friends and family behind and got the fuck out of Oklahoma.
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