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About two hours ago I was getting a *******. It's been some time since I’ve been the happy recipient of this act (I was living with a woman for several years up until about ten months ago, so you can imagine the—pun intended—******* vacuum I was in). This was after five drinks. At my age, not only is a ******* a completely unexpected event, but after five drinks it’s also sadly inconclusive. But she really put the effort into it and I can’t tell you how much I appreciated it. It ended exactly as it should. To be honest, I was dumbfounded.
While she was working away my mind wandered. I thought about Joba Chamberlain’s unfortunate debut as a starter tonight. I considered the NBA finals and how I could possibly find it in my heart to root for LA, simply because I can not find it in my heart to root for anyone or anything from Boston. I dwelled on the impending confrontation between Miguel Cotto and Antonio Margarito (I like Cotto, have nothing bad to say about Margarito and find it absurd to predict what might happen. I simply look forward to the fight, which I think has the potential to be real, real good). Finally, I dwelled upon the outcome of the ********ic primary and the general election later this year.
I have never liked Hillary Clinton. For all the usual reasons. I find her demeaning and insulting to most people’s intelligence. Everything she says (aside from the occasional mistake) is considered to the point of being so utterly empty of actual meaning that I can’t take any of it seriously. She’s a walking, talking mind-****. But: as I was getting blown, I suddenly found a heretofore unknown soft-spot for the woman. Granted: the dedication with which my friend’s head and mouth and hand were pumping and slurping away no doubt influenced this. It’s possible at that point in time I felt a real and deep and personal appreciation for all women. I thought: if Hillary would just show some small hint of an inclination to get down on her knees and suck ****, maybe I’d consider voting for her.
I don’t mean this in any sort of derogatory or misogynistic way. I mean only that she's a woman and seems incapable of acknowledging this fact in any but the most backward of ways. As a woman, she holds power over men, whether any of us like it or not. But she isn’t willing to take advantage of that. Instead, she insists on rocking the pant suits, looking you in the eye and shaking your hand as if she was your buddy (further: I've never cared for gals that advocate obliteration).
I like *****. I don’t think he’s going to save the country or the world but I think he’s very sharp and has excellent energy and there’s no way in hell I’m going to vote for McCain (long story that extends beyond his ideas, which I strongly disagree with).
But the race appears to be over and thank god. We can now focus on more pressing issues. Case in point: Quintana/Williams rematch on Saturday. Unlike Margarito and Cotto, Quintana and Williams have already fought, so I’m willing to make a prediction: Williams UD (and he will knock CQ down late, maybe in the ninth).
But what the hell do I know? I’m in a bit of a daze.
While she was working away my mind wandered. I thought about Joba Chamberlain’s unfortunate debut as a starter tonight. I considered the NBA finals and how I could possibly find it in my heart to root for LA, simply because I can not find it in my heart to root for anyone or anything from Boston. I dwelled on the impending confrontation between Miguel Cotto and Antonio Margarito (I like Cotto, have nothing bad to say about Margarito and find it absurd to predict what might happen. I simply look forward to the fight, which I think has the potential to be real, real good). Finally, I dwelled upon the outcome of the ********ic primary and the general election later this year.
I have never liked Hillary Clinton. For all the usual reasons. I find her demeaning and insulting to most people’s intelligence. Everything she says (aside from the occasional mistake) is considered to the point of being so utterly empty of actual meaning that I can’t take any of it seriously. She’s a walking, talking mind-****. But: as I was getting blown, I suddenly found a heretofore unknown soft-spot for the woman. Granted: the dedication with which my friend’s head and mouth and hand were pumping and slurping away no doubt influenced this. It’s possible at that point in time I felt a real and deep and personal appreciation for all women. I thought: if Hillary would just show some small hint of an inclination to get down on her knees and suck ****, maybe I’d consider voting for her.
I don’t mean this in any sort of derogatory or misogynistic way. I mean only that she's a woman and seems incapable of acknowledging this fact in any but the most backward of ways. As a woman, she holds power over men, whether any of us like it or not. But she isn’t willing to take advantage of that. Instead, she insists on rocking the pant suits, looking you in the eye and shaking your hand as if she was your buddy (further: I've never cared for gals that advocate obliteration).
I like *****. I don’t think he’s going to save the country or the world but I think he’s very sharp and has excellent energy and there’s no way in hell I’m going to vote for McCain (long story that extends beyond his ideas, which I strongly disagree with).
But the race appears to be over and thank god. We can now focus on more pressing issues. Case in point: Quintana/Williams rematch on Saturday. Unlike Margarito and Cotto, Quintana and Williams have already fought, so I’m willing to make a prediction: Williams UD (and he will knock CQ down late, maybe in the ninth).
But what the hell do I know? I’m in a bit of a daze.
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