To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?"
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
Pehaps someone could put their feeding tubes back in?
ReplyDeleteWait, are you calling Obama a platter of $#!+? Because then asking how the chicken is done is like asking how old McCain is.
ReplyDeleteIf McCain is the pilacrap, then asking how the chicken is done is like asking if Obama kills babies.
Dat's it, I am voting for da elf...