Tammy the blind date: “You’re joking with me, Regis, but I meant what I said. I really do like a nice, full mustache. I find it very masculine. And if there’s one thing I simply cannot abide, it’s this whole trend toward the metrosexual male—which I view as a cynical attempt by the fashion and cosmetic industries to feminize men and turn them into self-conscious and self-absorbed consumers.”
“Regis”: “No, seriously: nice tits.”*
We’ll need to spin this kind of talk somehow, if Regis is going to be a viable candidate for president. Maybe we can create an image for him as a likable rogue who just happens to sexually harass women as a jocular form of flirting, and doesn’t really mean anything by it.
I mean, it’s not like he’s raped anybody.
Is it…?
It has worked before you know.
Is it possible to hide this post from Stephen, Jeff?
I mean, it’s not like he’s raped anybody.
Is it…?
Well, no. But you can totally tell that Regis was egging Bolton on as he yelled at that nice lady and chased her down the hallway. A reliable source tells me that certain noises (i.e. “bawk-bawk-ba-kaw!” and “whup-pish!”) were made.
That Regis is quite the instigator.
Hey, guys! The US is going to lose the war. And Hal the lefty troll is engaging in a bit of schadenfreude.
Which, that makes him the UBERPATRIOT, by lefty standards. (Well, demi-UBERPATRIOT. A true UBERPATRIOT does the schadenfreude bit, then spits on a soldier and bombs a recruiting center).
Speaking of nice tits, and we were, everybody head on over to KisP. Rachel is showing off Sondra’s tits. With nipplage. But don’t forget to come back.
Hot diggity damn, Craig! That sure makes up for having to scroll past the Peter Pan dude!
Wow. Nice boobies.
Jeff, after reading the Hal exchange, I think I will now make it my official policy that you speak for me.
Can I get you to call my dad?