I have no idea what this means, but maybe I should consider voting for Barack
I had a dream last night that Hillary Clinton and George W. Bush were having a secret love affair, and for some reason, I was sharing a one-bedroom apartment (and comically-oversized bed) with the two of them. So, at some point, they want to get freaky, and I have to stomp out of the bedroom in a huff.
Next thing I know, I'm in the kitchen frying bacon (because what ELSE do you do when two of the nation's most formidable political superpowers are making the beast with two backs in your apartment?) and suddenly, Bill Clinton comes bursting in, all "WHERE ARE THEY?" and I gesture toward the bedroom with my spatula. As he's heading toward the scene of the crime, I ask him to please not hurt anyone or break anything. He turns to me and starts laughing his ass off.
"Sweetie, I ain't gonna hurt nobody," he says. "I just wanna see what the hay-ull this looks like."
And then he starts hitting on me.
I really need to stop watching so much CNN.
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I literally - literally, as in not figuratively - have tears in my eyes I'm laughing so hard.
Bill Clinton's campaign slogan, in retrospect, oughta have been:
"CLINTON: I'D HIT THAT"
Johno, that's apropos on…
Johno, that's apropos on several levels. I first felt a warm fuzzy for Obama when someone asked him if he inhaled, and he said, "That was the point."
Now that Thompson is out, I am reduced to my default dilemna of determining which candidate I hate the least.