Friday, May 10, 2013
The Anchor Manque
ponders gravitas whilst
dealing the bleeding lead
to bleeding hearts. So
does he aspire to Murrow
and Cronkite. But wouldn’t
really dare, save, a bit,
in twirling chatter at
the tasteless desk, which
vanishes like snow
on X's hot ass.
Weathergirl.
Labels: anchor, Cronkite, Murrow, TV
