Now ya went and linked me to a near-fatal dose of The Coultergeist. So much for my dinner!
..."topped off' with some dog poop...
And a li'l herpes for dessert! ...pube-rippin' guuud!Do we detect a pattern here???
I'm trying to imagine dinner at the Romney house after that dog story broke, where Tagg never shows up, while Mitt serves up a mysterious pate.
If only AC had been driving a convertible BEHIND Romney, on HER way to have a bikini wax ... now THAT's a story I could really enjoy!BAC
I really look forward to hearing what you have to say. I do moderate comments, but non-spam comments will take less than 24 hours to appear... Thanks!