I wonder if Mrs. Mc Cain is jealous of Leslie Graham?
Linseed? Linseed Gayraham? And Juan “Shirtsleeves to Shirtsleeves in 3 Generations” McQueeg and his dotty Beer Queen of the `Land of Enchantment’? (Or is that next door? Is AZ the `Really Hot, But It’s A Dry Heat’ State?)
Query: Is the Left Wing Beer Queen jealous of the mincing cabin boy from the Secession State and his Captain Gigilo?
Gee, I dunno. I suppose no more than Sgt. Carter was jealous of Rock Hudson and Gomer Pyle.
You know what? The really frightening thing is, I don’t really think about these things. They just spring from my head, like Athena, but this may be the rice liquor talking.
Meghan McCain? Don’t get me started. Fat girls and mopeds.
I like rubenesque girls, but let me put a poser to you:
Let’s say that you have rolled Meg in flour, so the hard part is done. You are optimistic—admittedly it is a challenging undertaking but not insurmountable. The mission has a clearly identifiable objective and you have the initiative.
Do you think you could get her to stop running her mouth long enough ...
I don’t like the direction in which this train of thought is highballing, my inner voice is strongly advising that we not pursue this hypothetical operation any further.
In sum, in the spirit of the alcohol-fueled exwercize in non sequiter I will leave us with the response of Sir Hillary Clinton when she was asked why she climbed Mt. Huma> “Because she was there.” That is all.