reality bites back

After bragging for six years about his fifteen-inch dick, the little Weed was forced to pull his pants down and demonstrate to the world that it was really only about two-and-a-half inches, even after a fistful of Viagra on a hot day and a lap dance from Britney Spears.

So now, of course, the call is for "bipartisanship."



Fuck you, George. Enjoy your quacking and limping for the next 803 days. And Rummy? No medals for you. It's time for you to close the doors of your study, write a brief note, and do the honorable thing.


P.S. to Rummy - When you write that little farewell note, remember, it's spelled "i-g-n-o-m-i-n-y."