There once was a man from New York
reputation too big for a bucket,
but the man’s little man
ran away with a ho
and as for the bucket, he fucked it.
Nicely done. I would try to play along, but I keep getting to here:
There once was a man from New York
who can bite my shiny metal ass. God knows he can certainly pay for it.
and it all goes downhill from there.
The New York newsweasels are on Resignation Watch right now. I am answering want ads while listening to old movies because I just can’t stand to play along. While I’ve heard rumors that Mr. Governor did not exactly have a warm and snuggly personality, I really did think he was one of the good guys, at least as good as you can be while still attaining the highest office in the state. One of my relatives worked under him at the State AG’soffice. I liked him a lot. Now I’m just utterly pissed off.
I’ll bet there’s a big fancy English word with all sorts of literary cachet to describe this kind of self-destruction, but every time I grasp for it I devolve into cursing like a sailor.
The only comfort I can find is that at least our guy did it with class in a bed in a nice hotel instead of a in a freaking airport mens room.
I just read an article about it which included part of a wiretapped phone conversation. All I know is if I was paying $4,500 for a prostitute, I’d ask for a refund if she talked like this: “I have a way of dealing with that… I’d be, like, ‘Listen dude, you really want the sex’?”
Paid-for pillow talk should not include broken thoughts, the phrase ‘I’d be, like’, and any reference to me or any part of my body as ‘dude’.
You know you hang out with Scriners when they insist that pretty is as pretty talks.
There’s one part of me that is curious as to what all this is about, but it’s being nicely suppressed by the part that enjoys the mystery.
“… and any reference to me or any part of my body as ‘dude’”
I love this place.
Boot, it’s the governor of New York, caught in a prostitution scandal. Same ol’, same ol’. At least Australia seems to have better things to discuss in the news.
Better? Like what could be better than this?
Thanks, Pam. Unfortunately we’re no better (or worse, as ‘mouse would have it). I heard about this on the news this morning.
Bugger, there goes all the mystery.