What a Month!
Well, here in the sanctity of the West Wing it's been a rough month. Usually I'm one who adores the spotlight, but all this media attention is getting a bit much. First, as I've already posted, some of the three-way congressional page instant messaging sessions I was involved with got out and made a little bit of a scandal. Sheesh, it's not like they were that bad, kind of like Junior High Health Class.
Meanwhile, that starts to die down a little bit and that this little tiff with a certain Fundamentalist Pastor I've been massaging, selling drugs to, and banging on the side takes on a life of it's own.
Still, while I'm waiting for things to die down a little, I'll offer up these words of advice if you find yourself caught in a similar pickle.
What's the first thing you tell a John who's nervous about his wife finding out about his little session in the Gay Taxi? To repeat these words:
'Oh, honey... I wouldn't have been having those meth-fueled ass-banging sessions with that gay hooker if you hadn't have let yourself go like that!'
Meanwhile, that starts to die down a little bit and that this little tiff with a certain Fundamentalist Pastor I've been massaging, selling drugs to, and banging on the side takes on a life of it's own.
Still, while I'm waiting for things to die down a little, I'll offer up these words of advice if you find yourself caught in a similar pickle.
What's the first thing you tell a John who's nervous about his wife finding out about his little session in the Gay Taxi? To repeat these words:
'Oh, honey... I wouldn't have been having those meth-fueled ass-banging sessions with that gay hooker if you hadn't have let yourself go like that!'
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