protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 8
I was scheduled to do a brief 5-minute spot on Laura Ingraham’s radio show early this morning, but I slept through it after polishing off several bottles of bourbon last night with a pair of Wyoming delegates who kept giving me grief about my surf shop cowboy hat.
I feel bad about missing Laura’s show—I sent her over a huge box of Raisinettes in lieu of a personal apology—but c’mon: how often do you get to spend time with a couple of drunk cowboys lassoing Times Square hookers with a rope made from shoelaces knotted to a half pack of cherry Twizzlers?
update: Hmm. Should’ve sent Laura a gyro sandwich, maybe…?