So Far:
One fine day..... a nimrod suggested between pork chops, that love is just a memory of a time of slow steamed honeyed figs and muddy footprints. Through countless fruitless editions, punctuated with occasional gasps of delight and shrieks of raucous audience guffaws, that circulated througout they sporadically appended as they dared to ingest vast amounts of Kool-aid laced with vodka, until she turned into a wonkette.
But a senator who shouldn't have unzipped his pants confronted the President crying out, "I'm Up for re-election!"
"No, Dick, you're not the decider."
Limply walking away...
a turgid thought
