Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Griping about the Senate

So my friends in the GOP have been calling me all day telling me how I'm supposed to help them out of their funk after they lost their erections yesterday. I told them I don't swing that way.

After all, these senators already stole the song I wrote and passed it off as their own.

Did they give me a cent? A credit? Nothing at all.

All this reminds me of another of Sandy's decisions I can't wait to overturn.

UPDATE: Apparently what they lost were actually "elections." I'm a judge; I've never heard of these things.

6 comments:

ollie said...

"lost erections"???? Why? Did Barbara Bush show up in a bikini or something?

Let 'em watch women's professional beach volleyball; that will perk 'em right back up!

bluewild said...

So, have you been to the Bohemian Grove? Are you just going to ignore that question? If you ignore it, then I know you have been there and that you are one of the sinister cabal!

SamuelAlito said...

Oh, I have been to Ludlow Fair
And left my necktie god knows where
And carried halfway home (or near)
Pints and quarts of Ludlow Beer

Then the world seemed none so bad
And I myself a sterling lad
and down in lovely muck I've lain
Happy (till I woke again).



Princeton men don't do that sort of thing. I went to YLS, but am not enough of a Yalie to go out and piss in the woods.

bluewild said...

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

bluewild said...

OK.
Poetry is a drug I thought I licked awhile back

one word! scars rise (in my heart)
where that drug left her tracks...

ollie said...

Hey, nice photo on the cover of the latest New Republic(an)!

They called you a
1) nice guy and
2) a liberal's nightmare

What are you doing sneaking around Barbara Boxer's dreams if you are such a nice guy?