Trouble was unfortunately not at all apparent early Saturday at a non-chain breakfast diner where national media could pick up some "local color" on a day when followers of political news are interested in reading new developments, but there are no new developments. Polls will not close until 7 p.m. Eastern time. What to do with the press corps during the boring lull when the southern state's fringe-right Republican primary voters actually drive their GMC maxi-trucks four miles through the white exurbs looking for their polling place in a school builidng they've otherwise forgotten existed because they are all 75 years old and have probably already buried most of their own children, who succumbed to ham-biscuit diabetes? How about a manufactured "showdown at the local ham eatery," maybe?
You know what's worse about that picture? It's not the Newt/Callista et al jokes. No...it the almost guaranteed fact that the hillbilly who took that picture returned to his hut to masturbate away the remainder of the day.
I lol'd.
ok...that one wins the thread
You know what's worse about that picture? It's not the Newt/Callista et al jokes. No...it the almost guaranteed fact that the hillbilly who took that picture returned to his hut to masturbate away the remainder of the day.
Hooray, my Saturday is complete..