Imagine for a moment that you are married to Nancy Pelosi. You can either have sex with her, or you can get drunk with a male prostitute.
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joe · October 30, 2022 at 1:53 pm
it’s like a bad sketch of the village people…
Mike Hendrix · October 30, 2022 at 4:33 pm
“Imagine for a moment that you are married to Nancy Pelosi. You can either have sex with her, or you can get drunk with a male prostitute.”
I much prefer Option #3 myself: drink a quart of cheap vodka, lie down in the tub, slash both my wrists, and quietly bleed out. There; dilemma resolved, in the only way that makes sense.
Big Ruckus D · October 30, 2022 at 8:59 pm
I would never be caught doing anything with the likes of the gin hag. But just as a hypothetical thought exercise, if I were to suffer the misfortune of being somehow tied up with her on a personal level, it’s going to be abstinence all the fucking way.
I can live without getting laid. There is no way I could live with myself if I had to dip my wick in that sack of pickled dog squeeze.
And I’m completely unsurprised that Paulie is an apparent rump ranger. It perfectly fits the profile of a degenerate aristocrat.
exile1981 · October 30, 2022 at 11:03 pm
Wasn’t it one of paul and nancy’s friends who kept murdering gay prostitutes when he injected them with drugs? Ed buck was his name.
Big Ruckus D · October 31, 2022 at 9:00 am
Why yes, yes it was. Curiously enough. And they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
SD Plissken · October 31, 2022 at 8:50 am
I’d grease up her tits good and hard and then rifle through her purse.
Pauly with a rump ranger living in a shed, CA style I guess.
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