Pardon the downtime. As part of the liberal media, I was invited to the big "Terrorists and Sodomizers Victory Bash" and I'm still hung like an old boot. There was a moment when I realized, sucking back my fifth Stoli Embryonic Stem Cell shooter and doing Devil's Ash (that's cocaine cut with the ashes of burned Bibles confiscated FROM YOUR HOMES) off the asses of roofied veterans, a moment I realized "Hey, not as young as you used to be, this is gonna hurt,", but then Rosie O'Donnell and Neil Patrick Harris and Osama and Sadr broke out the edible burkas and assless chaps and bang -- everything else is a red haze. I was barely coherent enough to make it to Nancy Pelosi's Lesbo-Wiccan Black Mass in the morning.
Anyway -- thanks to Amanda Marcotte, your ewww factor for the morning. And I mean Ewww Factor Seven, Mr, Scott. A promo video for one of the Purity Balls out there, where
a.) Little girls dress up in prom dresses and go to a party with their Dad and swear to stay virgins until he gives them away to a man he approves of and
b.) Daddies promise to treasure and keep their virginity safe.
Sleep tight.
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