Was offered tickets and made my first trip here two days ago:
Meh, I'll spare me the recital of issues why I transformed from a guy who spent 30 days a year in the upper right-field deck of Memorial Stadium in the 80s to a guy who now finds baseball utterly unwatchable, so I'll just say the new stadium is nice enough (though not nearly as nice as Camden Yards) and Metro sucks and leave that there. (Both Earthgirl and Planet turned to me in the second and third innings respectively and said, Boy, are United games so much better. Yes, yes they are.)
But, on the way home, waiting for a train with Earthgirl and Planet at Gallery Place, we were entertained by three Young Republicans, McCain-button emblazoned, loudly debating what constitutes cheating on girlfriends. After three minutes of arguing whether blowjobs from hookers is cheating (they couldn't reach agreement, two insisting it wasn't as long as the hooker didn't swallow), a limit was clearly defined by the most loutish of the three, who declared, so that everyone in Gallery Place could hear, if you put peanut butter on your balls and let your dog lick it off, that isn't cheating.
Thankfully the train came just as they began debating whether letting a male dog lick the peanut butter off your balls makes you gay.
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- Spite works.
- Pigs, lesser-evil, yadda.
- Ignatius spurts his McCain circle jerk.
- Photoshop of the day. Or is it this one?
- The minute I start thinking kind thoughts about Hillary Clinton, Lanny Davis up and dashes them.
- On fucktardness.
- On meaningless polling.
- Long bedtime story.
- An argument against Kaine.
- Pig, lesser-evil, yadda.
- Framing and memetic warfare.
- Box turtles are narcs.
- Pigs, lesser-evil, yadda.
- Acid reflections.
- Tuesday morning, White Flint Mall.
UPDATES
- Is it Obammukah yet?
- Chirp, or: Frag Dana Milbank.
- Billmon? Billmon!
- The McCain campaign knows it sucks.
- Another voice against Kaine.
- Elric 7 in Vladivostok.
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Broderignatiancohen ballad to McCainlove!