[Governor Dinwiddie]

Brit Hume was bopping MeGYN Kelly while she was working her way up the ladder, one bed at a time. I'm sure the old lech was repulsive to her; he probably smelled of BO, cheap scotch, and urine.

I can imagine MeGYN lying under the old lech whispering to herself,

"You can get through it girl; you can get through it. Think Tiffany jewelry. Think summers in Provence. He's almost done. Grit your teeth girl. He's almost done".

[kiryandil]

He was behind her all the way...