Pardon our monkey.

[3113]

She wanted it! She wouldn't have dressed in that provacative outifit if she hadn't wanted his hands on her.

My Gawd, you're right! Even the color says "Come hither!"

 

[shereads]

My Gawd, you're right! Even the color says "Come hither!"

"Ben-Wa Beige." And note the v-neck that doesn't quite hide the top of her flesh-toned camisole.

 

[cantdog]

I think the incident has more to do with Our Leader. Evidently, you can be in a dynasty and still not exhibit breeding.

 

[3113]

I think the incident has more to do with Our Leader. Evidently, you can be in a dynasty and still not exhibit breeding.

That is so unpatriotic of you! She's a European hussy using her old world charms to lure over an innocent, red-blooded American. Watch carefully. See those flirtatious, Germanic moves she makes? The ones that signal to him that she has an interest in him....

And then, she just reject him!

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

That is so unpatriotic of you! She's a European hussy using her old world charms to lure over an innocent, red-blooded American. Watch carefully. See those flirtatious, Germanic moves she makes? The ones that signal to him that she has an interest in him....

And then, she just reject him!

You tell 'em, 3113. And don't forget, she grew up in EAST Germany around all those Commies.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[3113]

You tell 'em, 3113. And don't forget, she grew up in EAST Germany around all those Commies.

It's just like one of those old 007 movies with the seductive but deadly female commie spy! Come to think of it...Merkel could double for Ursula Andress.

 

[shereads]

I think the incident has more to do with Our Leader. Evidently, you can be in a dynasty and still not exhibit breeding.

He's Strom Thurmond's love-child, you know. The other one.

 

[Seattle Zack]

Sher, the world is all about G-Dub and T-Blair anymore. Doncha know that?

Jon Stewart Explains

"Yo Blair!"

 

[Guest]

*sigh*

Jon Stewart is my hero.

 

[shereads]

*sigh*

Jon Stewart is my hero.

He's the antichrist of Bush-World.

My dream dinner-party guest list: Jon Stewart, Bill Clinton, Bill Maher, Garrison Keillor, David Letterman and Stephen Colbert for laughs, Al Franken if he can behave himself, George Clooney for decoration, and Bill O'Riley to be bullied and given wedgies after Franken has a few drinks.

There will be some women, too. of course. Quiet ones, dressed in beige wool suits. I'll be wearing an appropriately serious and discreet skirt-suit. And pink maribou boudoir slippers.

Edited to add: I'll set a place at the table for Hunter S. Thompson. And one for Nixon, just for the hell of it.

 

[Munachi]

angie... angie... you know my dad played hide and go seek with her once when they were both kids... i have to ask him if he tried to lure him into massaging her too, or if she only does this with americans...

 

[shereads]

If you fuck like you park, you are never going to get it in...

Well, that's it for me. I won't get that image out of my mind for the rest of the day. And I had work to do.