Actual convo between my mom and my brother.
Mom- (pinko commie- fangirling) "I got to shake Barack Obama's hand! At the Port Of Burlington! Wheeeeeee!"
My brother (former Republican-fanboying)- "Really? Because I saw John Edwards at the Pizza Ranch."
Seriously, you could swing a dead animal around anywhere in Iowa right now, and hit a presidential candidate. And they've all been calling the house. I keep telling the Demos, "I have not picked my boyfriend (or girlfriend) yet. Let me alone." Though I am leaning towards Dodd. Because he seems to have sense, and doesn't appear to take Rahm "Fucking" Emmanuel's word as law. Bless.
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