Oh, whatever, I’ll say it: I would bang the hell out of Anthony Weiner. I totally want to see his penis. He can text photos of it to me any time.
Oh. Vote for him? Hmm… Will he let me worship his penis after? Right-o! Bring it, sex biscuit — UNF! (Don’t judge, I don’t live in NY, and no one that hot ever fucked up that hard — hee — in my state. My libido has not yet been a factor in the democratic process.)
Also, c’mon, pundits, really? Did you seriously say these things in the 10 minutes of coverage I watched?
— “He let that statement hang out there for a while.”
— “He’s getting off on the power.” (Did you really just blame this on fucking dopamine?!)
— “He made some full-blown mistakes.”
— “Just a taste of it, it’s a slippery slope.”
— “There’s something about this kind of scandal that gets most people up.”
God, this is great. Keep it coming! (Hey-o!)
Hee hee. “Pixelated penis picture.” Ha!
Amaze-balls. Literally. Hee.