Latest Whitehouse Snow Job Scandal
posted by Dr. Sardonic at 5:10 PM
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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20 Comments:
"Organ" being the key word here.
Ugh.
Yes, I left that one hanging over the middle of the plate like I was Tim Wakefield at the Jake tonight, didn't I? Tits hits, she scores!
Don't rub salt in the wound, baby.
I do like scoring, though.
*giggles*
Are you two becoming an item? Because that would be so cool.
Dr. Sardonic, Tits is married.
Sorry. I still think your genes should be spliced together to create a superbaby.
Aw, you say the nicest things, Übie!
Sorry to be a tease, Dr. S. Mention the Red Sox and I just go all gooey.
Everyone in this corner of the blogosphere knows that Tits is married. The real problem is that every time I mention the Red Sox to Tits, the Red Sox go all gooey. They've dropped three in a row now. C'est fini entre nous, Tits!
Mais non, mon cher!
Surely there must be a compromise.
Mais oui! Jusqu'à ce que la victoire prochaine des BoSox, l'affaire est fini! Et je peux attendre très longtemps: je suis un citoyen de la Nation Sox Rouges alors!
My Dad has watched at least five hours of Fox News a day since it was first on the air (this includes Bill O'Reilly *twice*) and I have to say, as a teen given the options I was given, you just made me realize...
I wanted to do Tony Snow.
And I think maybe he *needs* to get laid.
So we could help each other out.
The "organ" has lost its organ! He was just too BIG for lowercase - someone noticed his talents and swooped him up to join *the* ORGAN.
Light a candle for repressed teenage girls everywhere.
Alors! Je suis si triste! Mais je suis une citoyenne de la Nation Sox Rouges aussi, et je peux attendre tres longtemps pour toi, mon chou.
Okay.
*sigh*
Maybe you're right. You called things off and we won. I insisted on my love for you and we lost again.
I have to go weep now.
It's official: Sardonic love is bad love.
Well, if loving him is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Look, Tits, no more fooling around: this isn't just a one-night stand — we have some serious ball ahead of us Tuesday evening, so you already know what I need to say: whatever it is that you did last night, you have to do exactly the same thing this evening. K?
[best word ver ever, but I can't type it here because it might j*nx the team effort; naturally I have to be extra careful, as these posts originate from deep within enemy territory]
I respect the depth of your commitment, Dr. S.
I won't reveal my secrets, but rest assured that I was wearing my "special outfit," and that I will be donning it again tonight.
I never imagined I'd feel such total satisfaction watching That Man be so thoroughly humiliated! I am heady with joy and want more, more, MORE!!!
Also, I'm just dying to know what your word verification was, but appreciate your discretion.
If you don't post again, the Red Sox will lose.
You’re going into a dark, dark place, my pet. Before I had read your last comment, the game was tied. I won’t comment on the current status of the game, for if I were to so toy with the Gods of Ball, I would rightfully incur their wrath as well as that of the entire Red Sox Nation. I am as little free to speculate on what might happen to you if tonight’s game goes the wrong way, but if I were you, I’d starting rooting for the Red Sox right now.
And to avoid any misunderstanding on the part of the Gods of Ball or the Nation, the fact that I am about to post a new entry bears no relationship to this or any other comment posted to this site, nor to any imagined outcome of tonight’s contest at Fenway.
Oh, shit.
Why are you blaming me? You're the one who didn't put up a post in time to save them.
Your anger is misplaced. I'm just an oracle.
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