Really, really longtime Shakers will know that Pam and I have a history of trying to gross each other out with images of the most loathsome fuckwit Rightwingers engaging in horrific-to-contemplate sex acts with one another. The mere mention of Denny Hastert is enough to end both of us (and usually Pam gets me with it). This juvenile yet immensely fun (and highly disturbing) habit has led to (in addition to many uproarious late-night IM sessions) two installments of the Official Right-on-Right Get-It-On-a-thon at Shakespeare’s Sister, where I post suggestive photos of wingnuts and open up the competition to see who can come up with most ghastly pairing in the most stomach-churning scenario.
Anyway, the long-time rumors about Turd Blossom’s hottt affair with some obviously desperate and self-loathing woman are starting to creep outside the Beltway, and Pam’s post about it produced this exchange:
Shakes: Great Caesar's ghost! Blurrrrgghhh!!! The only thing that would be more foul is to find out he was doing it with Denny Hastert.
Pam: I just threw up a little in my mouth.
Heh heh heh. Got her!
Anyway, this isn’t another edition of the Official Right-on-Right Get-It-On-a-thon (even though we may have to have another installment soon), but a challenge in a similar vein nonetheless. Complete this simile: The thought of Karl Rove and Denny Hastert having wild monkey sex is as disturbing as…
Have at it, Shakers. (No references to creative juices flowing under these circumstances will be made.) I will meanwhile try to overcome the severe case of midweek slap happiness that is currently plaguing me and write something vaguely intelligent. Or maybe not.
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