First off, I want ya'll to know I was this far off from being born a girl.
Hahahaha, just kiddin.' I'm a Republican sex machine so you know I'm packing some serious heat. You ladies out there are asking yourselves, how big is he? I know you are. I'm not gonna tell you because I was taught not to do two things, brag about my dong and take stimulus money from a black dude, but I can show you how big I am:Oh yeah, so you can see why I had to cheat on my wife. With that much of me to go around how can I be expected to keep it in my pants? And ya'll know what? It's cool that I dipped my extra large wick in that Argentine cooz because before I tapped it, I prayed on it and Jesus told me it was cool if I did it. He also told me to sacrifice one of my sons on an altar and to shave my head and wear wiglet named Herman but I was pretty sure he was just fuckin' with me so I didn't do the last two things. I know in my heart Jesus was okay with it, hell one out of three ain't bad!
Jesus is also cool with a dude gettin' a little thumb up his butt action while engaged in sweet sweet heterosexual activity. My wife wouldn't believe me no matter how many times I told her about it. So I had to give myself the old thumb in the poop shute every once in a while just for kicks. Which is why she started callin' me 'Stinkfinger.' And every time she did that I'd have to remind her that the thumb ain't a finger, it's a thumb. And that's another reason why I had to have my affair because my wife was maknig fun of Jesus approved sex practices. 'Stinkfinger' my ass, I really showed my wife who's got the stinky finger didn't I?
But you know what? After Jesus told me it was okay to stray and I banged that Argentine gal, I got hooked on doin' it with other peoples besides my wife. My lust for new conquests knew no bounds. Here's a shot of me hittin' on a black dude:
He gave me the brush off but I hooked up with that Jew Elliot Spitzer and we had a three way with a green toothed road whore in a truck stop along Interstate 95 outside of Orangeburg, SC. Good times, good times.But you know what? After Jesus told me it was okay to stray and I banged that Argentine gal, I got hooked on doin' it with other peoples besides my wife. My lust for new conquests knew no bounds. Here's a shot of me hittin' on a black dude:
And now that I got caught, don't think I'm gonna stop. This cat is out of the bag and I'm out for new and more dangerous kicks baby. I plan to go to a glory hole, get greased up with Larry Craig and go to some airport restrooms, take my sons to swinger parties, but before I do all that, I've got a date with a couple of pigs:And as soon as I get rid of these hogs, me and these reporter pigs are gonna get hopped up on some LSD and V8 juice while we get naked and explore each others body cavities.
What? It's not like I don't have the time, the legislative session is over and I just got back from a bone burying expedition to Argentina, so my schedule is clear. Bring on the good times baby!"
3 comments:
I never thought I'd see the words "I'm a Republican sex machine" on this blog.
Appalachia=Argentina...hey, he got the first and last letters right. It's those Pinko gas-huffing Libs who are making a big hairy deal out of it!
If I learned anything from this whole Governor Sanford affair, it's that the Appalachian Trail goes from Georgia to Argentina. I had no idea I knew so little about geography and I think the fine governor for teaching me this valuable lesson.
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