I'M running for President!
Okay, I realize I don't have a chance in downtown Cleveland of actually getting on ballots - much less winning - but count me in!
(Pat Robertson enters the Oval Office)
"Mr. President, ah gather that yew are a lover of them damn ho-mo-sex-you-wulls."
"I gather you're a colossal jackass with all the wit, charm and self posession of a used condom. Plus, God thinks you're about as bright as Pickett's Charge. Boys, take this man away and have him buggered to death with his own left arm."
Ah, the possibilities.
Okay, I realize I don't have a chance in downtown Cleveland of actually getting on ballots - much less winning - but count me in!
(Pat Robertson enters the Oval Office)
"Mr. President, ah gather that yew are a lover of them damn ho-mo-sex-you-wulls."
"I gather you're a colossal jackass with all the wit, charm and self posession of a used condom. Plus, God thinks you're about as bright as Pickett's Charge. Boys, take this man away and have him buggered to death with his own left arm."
Ah, the possibilities.