Friend: “Make a right up here at the light.”
Cho: “A right? Fuck that imperialist Rethuglican bullshit. I’ll just make a series of lefts, thank you very much.”
Friend: “Wow. That’s like, so principled. A bit extreme, but definitely principled.”
Cho: “You’re damn right it is! And besides, I’m pretty sure we pass a Dunkin’ Donuts that way. I am so totally jonesing for a couple of apple-filleds and a bearclaw right now.”
Cho: “You’re damn right it is!
I’m glad she hasn’t gone completely over the top yet. If she starts saying “You’re damn Left it is! then I’ll be worried.
On the other hand, it’s really hard for me to imagine ever worrying about her. Unless she’s in line in front of me reaching for the last cruller.
Oh, man! This one calls for BeaverTails!
Bill Clinton often used beavertail to relieve tension while he was in the White House.
Cho is into bearclaws and apple filled? Good—nice knowing that bloated commie won’t interrupt the joy of my occasional Cinnabon.
Margaret Cho? Yeah. I’d hit it.
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A right? Fuck that imperialist Rethuglican bullshit. I’ll just make a series of lefts, thank you very much.â€Â
Damn, I’ve been trying to resist this all day, but I have no discipline: Two wrongs may not make a right, but three rights do make a left.
Lay off the Spanish fly Fred. You’re scaring us.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mrs. Goldstein!
Margaret Cho? Yeah. I’d hit it.
Me too—but not in my good truck.
Hit it? Not with Bill Clinton’s poxy you-know-what.