Saturday, September 20, 2008

And sometimes the snark writes itself.


As God is my witness, I have no idea where to go with this. Give me a minute while I walk off the giggles.

Nope ... still giggling.
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10 comments:

Red Tory said...

You might as well be discussing Kant's Critique of Pure Reason with a gaggle of 12-year old girls at a bus stop for all the difference it would make...

4:27 PM
Frank Frink said...

If I am giving you heartburn, too bad. Go curl up with shifty Dion, I'm more man than he is!

Hunter, sweetheart, I'll just take your word for it.

Do you happen to have a sweater vest? Preferably, blue?

4:42 PM
JJ said...

Whenever I read Hunter's comments, the voice-over in my mind goes "Hyuk! Hyuk! Hyuk!" in an endless loop, and I'm filled with despair for the human race, and a need for strong drink.

5:15 PM
Ti-Guy said...

"I'm more man than he is!"

Actually she made me laugh with that. Y'know, she just might a be big-boned prairie gal with heart of gold...

...and a penis.

5:40 PM
deBeauxOs said...

Docter Frink, my fearful guess would be a strap-on, in Conservative Blue colours.

5:54 PM
Frank Frink said...

I was afraid that might be the case, deBeauxOs. Big, angry Conservative Blue ;-)

5:57 PM
Lindsay Stewart said...

"Docter Frink, my fearful guess would be a strap-on, in Conservative Blue colours."

in a perfect world she'll lend/put it to stockwell after he buys a couple of new wet suits.

6:09 PM
sooey said...

Excellent satire. Hunter really sends up the Right, eh?

Honestly - better than "Cats".

6:28 PM
Red Tory said...

Would that it were so, but unfortunately, it's the real thing.

6:45 PM
liberal supporter said...

Everybody's a Sarah Palin wannabe these days.

11:17 AM

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