Meanwhile at Casa Wonkette, the night weasels prowl in the shed and another bottle of cheap red wine hits the trash. Newell is cabbing home from some failed attempt to coax free liquor out of lobbyists and Libertarians in pleather pants. Craig Crawford knows how to have a good time, at least. [CQ Politics]
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Libertarians in pleather? If that night doesn’t end in at least one nipple piercing, I’m a monkey’s uncle.
‘Pleather’ and ‘pants’ sounds like a really bad idea – almost as bad as ‘Hillary’ and ‘President’.
The Kennedys and Obamas were fab.
Everybody else was major yawn.
(And I take back every “yeehaw” I typed for Sibelius – very, very Kansas, way too Dole.
Yes, I known John Brown was from Kansas, too, but so was Eisenhower
yawn
Crawford stayed out of the emergency room? Well, he still has four nights left.
Newell will have better luck getting liquor from the Republicans. Tell him to watch out for roofies.
[re=69742]Monsieur Grumpe[/re]: Tell him to watch out for roofies.
You don’t want to end up lashed to a toilet in the Minneapolis airport with the NRSC unbuttoning behind you. They don’t call him “Cornyn” because of maize, you know.
You haven’t lived until you’ve seen Craig Crawford shotgun a 24 pack and then do a live remote fro MSNBC about Congress. He’s a machine. A machine fueled by procedure and cheap booze.
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