Even the pictures of Chuck Edwards can’t fully illustrate what an absolute creep he is. He looks like he time travels to buy his clothes from 1983 JC Penney’s.
What’s wrong with Chuck? There’s Chuck E Cheese! That’s not at all creepy. Well. A little. Ok, a lot. Let’s see, there much be a non-creepy Chuck around here somewhere.
On Breakups
I once was loved
But no more
NO MORE shall her sweet, luxurious breath
Tickle the crevices of my throat
NO MORE shall her melodious voice
Trickle down my eager ear canal
No more
NO MORE shall her infectious laugh
Arouse in me the need to laugh along with her
NO MORE shall her joyful step
Plow the streets and fields alongside me
No more
No more shall I think of her
This is not the first North Carolina Edwards politician to shame the state. What’s going on here?
I love your writing, more than anything else I read on Substack. You write like my brain.
Campaigning sounds like a pedophile. When you deliberately root for castor oil for a teen male pupil...sounds like a Narcissist and a sex offender.
Chuck Mangione objects to being lumped in with the Chucks.
Especially after what Luigi did to him.
" ...Starting with the fact that he goes by Chuck in the first place. " YES. Questionable. I hate the name Chuck for my own reasons.
Yardwork: both creepy and kind of endearing—without the other stuff. :D
This article has an excellent title, including the traditional use of the verb “drops,” which makes me very happy.
Let's pour one out for Robyn, whose prior interest in the manosphere is going to keep her real busy this year.
I want to know how his wife feels right now.
Even the pictures of Chuck Edwards can’t fully illustrate what an absolute creep he is. He looks like he time travels to buy his clothes from 1983 JC Penney’s.
He also looks like Sebastian Gorka's doppelganger.
Now that's just mean. Upvote!
Even the pictures of can’t fully illustrate what an absolute creep he is. He looks like he time travels to buy his clothes from 1983 JC Penney’s.
I adamantly believe that Haiku is the only acceptable form of poetry available to a man over 50.
I'll die on this hill.
Don’t write poetry
To women in your office
It never ends well
"I'll die on this hill." would make a great last line for a haiku.
Maybe I counted the syllables.
I thought being a creep was a prerequisite for running as a republican.
Not only is Edwards a creep, he's a wuss.
Can you imagine him punching the shit out of a tree?
Roses are red
So is my little guy
(Well he’s kinda pink)
You are so breathtaking
I made you my kink
I hope it’s okay
To perv out on you now
Maybe you’ll reward me
When I drop my trou?
Come with me to party
Where I should take my wife
Forget that old hag
Cause you’re sexxy and nice!
Crying now a big tear
Since you are leaving
Not creepy at all dear
Wait why are you heaving?
Ta, Robyn. The creepy creep vibes just *explode* out of the photo.
What’s wrong with Chuck? There’s Chuck E Cheese! That’s not at all creepy. Well. A little. Ok, a lot. Let’s see, there much be a non-creepy Chuck around here somewhere.
Chuck Mangione, but he's got his own problems.