If I were your Mom, a stellar response might be, "Two words, Mom, Jerry. Springer."
Is there a history with the King of Confrontation you're not telling us about?
Hey, he has a long and colorful history in my fair city. For real. He was on City Council back in the day ("the day" being the 1970s) and got busted for patronizing a hooker. HOW did he get busted, you ask? He paid with a check.
No, seriously. You can look it up.
So he resigned. And then, a few years later, was re-elected. As mayor. Seriously.
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And it JUST now occurred to me what Trudy was referring to -- back in the mid-80s, when my newly divorced mom was partying like a rock star at the discos in town, Jerry Springer was a regular fixture at all the hot spots, and hit on everything with ovaries. Including my mom.
Who did NOT, for the record, hook up with Jerry.
No, seriously. You can look it up.
No, no, I know his history with Cincinnati. I'm curious as to why it's a great comeback if
Trudy
were your mother.
HEY NOW! Not if
I
were her Mother, if her Mother said such a thing.
Who did NOT, for the record, hook up with Jerry.
Well, that's what she
says.
For the sake of abuse (a.k.a. self defense) we don't have to
believe
that.
HEY NOW! Not if I were her Mother, if her Mother said such a thing.
Must I parade your words before you as so many tawdry puppets? 'Cause, you know, I'd do that. For you.
You and your tawdry puppets...
Wally really
is
slacking off.
Wally really is slacking off.
Le sigh. Wally is wondering how he wound up seeing three different women this weekend, and how to resolve the situation.
In short, I wish slacking off were his problem.
Le sigh. Wally is wondering how he wound up seeing three different women this weekend, and how to resolve the situation.
Actual women? Or tawdry puppet women? You can be honest -- we're all friends here (and any number of us name our adult toys).
got busted for patronizing a hooker. HOW did he get busted, you ask? He paid with a check.
clearly, his arrest was in vain, as Charlie Sheen should hae learned something.
Ahhhh. There is a place in LA that has a bacon, peanut butter and swiss burger called the menage a trois.
I'm sorry, but peanut butter on a hamburger just sounds like ten kinds of wrong.
And as long as I'm sharing random opinions, I like Perkins' booby.
