A snippet of conversation overheard in the waiting area of a Colorado Jiffy Lube™:
First Guy: “I don’t know. I’m not even paying attention to election stuff yet. I’ve got my own problems.”
Second Guy: “New serpentine belt, huh? How much is that gonna run ya?”
First Guy: “I mean, is there even a difference between Bush and Kerry? A vote for either one’s gonna end up costing me money. Because that’s politics: a guy gets elected, he trots out some big ideas that never work, and I somehow wind up a little poorer because of it.”
Second Guy: “I guess… That Ann Coulter sure has a nice ass though, don’t she?”
Ann Coulter has an ass now? She must have finally discovered eating. Cool.
Okay, Jeff, ‘fess up – “Second Guy” was you, right?
I respectfully decline to answer on the grounds that I’m married and my wife is known to read this tripe on occasion.
Paul Z. ya stole my thunder. I’ve always wondered what the big shizza was about Ann Coulter. She’s a mediocre pundit/critic/commentator (Jeff’s MUCH more clever – goveling, ass-kissing sycophancy alert!), has an OK, if slightly horsy, face, and NO BODY AT ALL. Jeez, doing Ann Coulter would be like riding a racing bike over 10 miles of railroad tracks. Bruises. Contusions. If she’d eat a decent meal or two, she might be OK.
Now, Laurie Dhue is HOT. Laura Ingraham is OK. But Ann Coulter??? Anorexic Annie – she’s all yours.