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I Just Threw Up In My Pants A Little Bit

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Hm. I heard Jack Layton whining away on TV about the lack of women in Harper's new cabinet. Oddly, though, I can find no trace of it in the printed press. Wonder why that is?

It got me thinking, though, about the type of woman that the Vietnamese Vandalizer would thrust into the seat of power. Someone with an iron grip but a velvet touch as she struggles with the limp wriggling worm of policy. Someone who greases the machinery and with masterful strokes coaxes the throbbing organ of the state into a magnificent sweating edifice -- nay, erection until the sweet juices of oh! OHOH! ohohmyAUDREY!AUDREY!ALEXA!ohmyEDBROADBENT!!ohmyTOMMYDOUGLAS!!!ohTOMMY!!!TOMMY!!!ohmyTOMMY !!!

Comments (2)

Robert M:

Sounds like someone needs a cigarette,Then off to see a shrink.
Serious help needed REAL soon.

GFY:

While Jack was whining, Harpo was putting 3rd place loser Larry Smith back in the senate.

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