by Smitty
Had I an hour with Sandra Fluke,
I’d read to her from the Gospel of Luke,
To watch the jeering Jezebel puke,
And take some bets on the time it took,
Though such mark me a Christian crook.
These days we all need a little book,
As the economy has us down on our luck,
Since the Fickle Finger of ‘Fairness’ struck,
And the President: he don’t give a bother.
via Insty
RT @smitty_one_each: TOM An Hour With Sandra Fluke http://t.co/uZxiOu83 #TCOT
Well-said. I posted over there: “Second prize is two hours with Sandra Fluke. You don’t want to know what third prize is.”
What I would need to do wouldn’t take an hour…
Scabies? Chlamydia? Syphilis? Gonorrhea? Or the worst of all…Self-righteous twaddle?
Sandra Fluke’s father is minister in small town in PA. I often wonder what he thinks of her notoriety and whether she herself has any idea of God aside from a bigger and better state,
” That’s a MAN baby.”
My first, second and continued thoughts after seeing this persons visage. I could swear it had a five o’clock shadow.
Self righteous twaddle is worse than a shingles outbreak!
Lol
Smitty is in quite a poetic mood today! Check the comments here. Good job, Smitty!
“Umm, I don’t know Butthead. That’s a lot of money.”
Someone who was down on his luck
Might dally with Sandra Fluke
In an hour or three
It might hurt to pee
And what came out would look like muck.