Thursday, July 12, 2007

God Bless

Mr. James Walcott. I nearly died laughing upon reading this post.

I wonder if Mrs. Vitter has given thought to what she will do with her husband’s penis once she lops it off. Tossing it out the car window ala Lorena Bobbitt is a bit déclassé and unworthy of a senator’s spouse. Perhaps she should consider packing it in ice and preserving it in a Baggie before deciding on final dispensation. Perhaps she could have it bronzed and carry it around in her pocketbook as an admonitory keepsake, though the unseemly bulge of a bronze penis might conflict with the sleek contours of her designer bag. Then again, she may simply want to hold it hostage.

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