I’ve figured out PMS, you guys. What happens is this: Something something something hormones something brain, something LETS OUT THE JOHN MCCAIN WHICH IS IN ALL OF US. And then he demands brownies. You’re welcome.
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Go White Boy, It’s Your Birthday
I’m glad to see that Barry took my advice and picked an old white guy to be his running mate. Actually, he didn’t totally do it up: Joe Biden is only 65 and what I wanted was an ossified old fuck from Georgia or something. And also not Tim Kaine, in case I need toContinue reading “Go White Boy, It’s Your Birthday”