Pardon the rant
Posted by TFG on 3rd October 2006
…can’t help it, the boy can’t help it.
Dig this line from Wretchard, though, about the Foley pedarest: He picked the wrong time to dry out. If ever there was a time to hit the bottle, this is it.
No shit. He’s from Florida. He should be about 5000 miles deep into the Everglades by now, holed up on a hummock with a stash of white-lightening hooch and a case of deviled ham, hoping those boys’ daddies don’t find him. I personally question why those same daddies weren’t chasing him with shotguns already, but that’s probably just me, the Cro-Magnon. I’ve been told that’s a not a very enlightened viewpoint anymore, to protect your offspring and such.
Still, I bet he walks out of Betty Ford with his cabesa on a swivel. I sure would.
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