Thursday, April 21, 2016
Stopping For Directions
-So, okay, he hiked the jungles of Panama
as a nineteen year old. Backpack and all!
-Pretty pictures of flowers in a notebook.
He still draws.
-What a freakin boy scout!
-Oh?
-You got something?
-Stopped in a whorehouse for directions.
-You’re kidding?
-The girls fussed over such a naive blusher!
-So, over in a few minutes?
-Yes. In truth. But not, of course, in political fiction.
-Seems to be a slim horse to ride.
-We’ve ridden slimmer.
-We run Jenny against him?
-Perfect! Little Miss Hurt!
-She’ll cry at his treatment of women.
-And get some great digs in when she’s dry!
-Well, a whole campaign...?
-Yes and no. We’ll apologize three quarters
way through.
-Uh huh? And then allow the snide wisecracks
to surface again?
-Same act.
-Thus he loses the women?...been better
to fuck his brains out back then.
-No way! Don’t want him on our side!
Labels: hardball, Opposition Research, political games, Republican Hardball, sexual innuendo
Thursday, June 04, 2009
The naive girl
misses the sexual innuendo
to the glee of her chums. So?
She’ll catch on, becoming
as clever as the rest of us.
misses the sexual innuendo
to the glee of her chums. So?
She’ll catch on, becoming
as clever as the rest of us.
Labels: sexual innuendo
