"Pantsuit in the Wind" ("Hello, Crusty Queen")

April 11, 2002 | Charlie Henrickson

[Charles Henrickson]

"PANTSUIT IN THE WIND"
Tune: "Candle in the Wind"

Hello, Crusty Queen,
Though you never cleaned it at all,
You had the guts to wear your suit
While those around you crawled.
They crawled out of the odor
And they kept on holding their nose,
They shouted from a distance
And they begged you, "Change your clothes."

And it seems to me you wore your clothes
Like a pantsuit in the wind,
Never knowing what to change to
When the stains set in.
And I would have liked to have worn one,
But it would make me ill.
Your perfume wore out long before
Your pantsuit ever will.

Charlie Henrickson

[Revolting cat!]

Bravo Maestro!

[11B3]

Ankle in the wind.

Hey, where's the tongues? You'd be seeing some if it were x-42. Eeeew.

[Bob J]

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[cidrasm]

Hey, where's the tongues?

I did NOT need that mental image. Sheesh!

[Charles Henrickson]

"Crusty the Pantsuit": A Shrine to the Woman in Black

[arly]

What's with the picture of these two guys making out?

[arly]

Ooops sorry the one on the left isn't a guy is it!

[PGalt]

Hillary Clinton = High Crimes

[jobedo]

She's trying to hide that old crusty under that peachy sweater. Who's her fashion coordinator???

[steamroller]

OK-try this image-the odor is probably like piss-soaked skivvies put straight in the drier with no wash.

[Hillarys Gate Cult]

I'm thinking that anywhere downwind of the pantsuit becomes an instant EPA superfund clean up site.

[chiefqc]

The question should be "Where have the tongues been".