As you read this, Michael Moore is marching past his third eatery in as many city blocks without once stopping for a meal. Instead, he unwraps another Slim Jim beef tube and devours it in three bites, all the while thinking if the goddmaned Republicans hadn’t brought their convention to New York, I’d be naked and thigh deep in a pool of chocolate pudding right now. God, how I hate goddamned Republicans.
Me, I take another bite of the egg salad sandwich I’m sharing with Ed Koch and Roger Simon and watch the protesters outside stream by like a river of colorful sewage.
I can’t picture him wasting time unwrapping the Slim Jim. He seems more like a spit the wrapper on the sidewalk type to me.
protestors … stream by like a river of colorful sewage.
Priceless. That one line will sustain me all day. Thanks!
I always figured Moore would swallow the wrapper too.
I don’t think i’ll ever
a) be able to eat choolate pudding again nd
b) get the image of a naked, pudding covered Michael Moore out of my mind.
See New York, there are worse things than the RNC.
:-D
You are what you eat. But in Moore’s case, he’s ass backwards. He’s not beef jerky; he’s a beefy jerk.
Does it help if you tell yourself it only looks like chocolate pudding?
That chocolate pudding thing … I really need the brain bleach after that image.