Attention Wonklahomans! The 2013 Wonk Your Brains Out Midwest-Southwest Orgy and World Tour is on its exciting "Homeward Bound: The Quickening" leg (also known as the "Hey, does this Prius smell funny to you?" leg), and is swinging back through the Sooner State tonight! As part of an exclusive two-day side tour of cities whose names sound like boys who get picked on in 8th grade, Wonk Your Brains Out follows its trip to
Ah, the good old days, when women with real, American names like "Sue Thompson" sang healthy, happy songs like this:
<blockquote>Jimmy called me on the phone but I was gone, not at home, Cuz I was <b> out parked all alone</b> with darlin&#039; Norman. Bill invited me to a show but I said, &quot;No, cannot go; There&#039;s a dress that I&#039;ve got to sew and wear for Norman.&quot; </blockquote> I think we can infer that sammich preparation occurred in there somewhere, too.
Norman, is that you??
I don&#039;t like to objectify women.
Or is it subjectify?
My grammar fails me...
The Mont?
So close, and yet so very far...
Oh, for lack of an ana.
Great collage! God, I wish I could be there.
Is this when we find out Barry Switzer&#039;s secret Wonkette identity?
Ah, the good old days, when women with real, American names like &quot;Sue Thompson&quot; sang healthy, happy songs like this:
<blockquote>Jimmy called me on the phone but I was gone, not at home, Cuz I was <b> out parked all alone</b> with darlin&#039; Norman. Bill invited me to a show but I said, &quot;No, cannot go; There&#039;s a dress that I&#039;ve got to sew and wear for Norman.&quot; </blockquote> I think we can infer that sammich preparation occurred in there somewhere, too.
Just don&#039;t let it end like &quot;The Sopanos.&quot; I&#039;ve still got dramaturgical blue balls from that one.
Horrible, horrible place.
TO THE BUNKMOBILE!