voting is sexy
So after work I went by this church near my place to vote on some local and statewide issues going on. I’m standing in line waiting for someone to unass a booth when I spotted this woman with a great set of angry titties coming my way. Oh, angry titties is old school lingo for a set of breasts so nice that you unconsciously scrunch up your face in awe when you come up on em. It looks like you’re angry but in reality it’s all about
“damn, wow, breath, breath, don’t make the face”.Anyway, she stopped in front of me and the only thing I could think of to say was “hi, I’m voting”. She went “hi, you’re blocking the exit”. Hmmm, so I was, but it was nice talking to her. I went on and voted and was surprised at how sexy and manly I felt afterwards. “Yeah baby, nothing going on here, just me exercising my constitutional rights. That’s right, I’m a bad voting muthafucker. What’s that? You didn’t vote? Then you ain’t gots shit to say about shit, now do ya, you cockless bastard. Who gots the big dick? I gots the big dick. Who gots the big dick? I gots the big dick”. Voting’s sexy, yeah. After voting I decided to call in to a local restaurant for some carryout. Hell I might as well continue on this roll and avoid my own cooking right? The restaurant serves up a great chicken fried steak so when I called in, that’s what I asked for. The chick on the phone comes back with this answer. “Would that be chicken fried steak, or chicken fried chicken”? The fuck………..? Now I was all confused and shit, what the fuck was a chicken fried chicken? She told me that one was like flattened fried chicken, whilst the other was fried chopped up beef. Hmmm, I better play it safe and go with the beef since I knew that chicken fried steak was steak. See, voting also makes you sexy too.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"
posted by Greg Beck at Wednesday, August 04, 2004
3 Comments:
Yeah, all you folks in Missouri created quite a stir with your voting!
Michelle, I ordered from that place in westport where we do lunch every so often. and I forget why I didn't call you. get over it. and yes, it sucks to be gay in Missouri. Instead of the "show me state" it should be the "fuck you, we're never joining the 21st century cause we're stupid" state.
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