You just put this on the ticket.
To quote the Ed Sullivan Show, "Sorry, girls, he's married." |
That's dirty politics.
You want to play hardball? Um, yes please. |
He gives his all, fiscally and friskily. Woof. |
I mean, I'm flattered and all. Clearly someone in your campaign took you aside and explained that Chuck Baudelaire was a tough nut to crack and also thinks you're kind of creepy and borderline evil. So to get my vote you handpicked a running mate scientifically formulated to be irresistible to me. Let me count the ways.
Paul Ryan is from Wisconsin.
He's Catholic.
Is this church hot, or is it just Paul Ryan and Jesus? |
And he's retina-meltingly adorable.
Shown here competing in Congress' annual "recreate government line charts with your mouth" contest. |
Mr. Biden, your time is up. Also, please shut up so I can drown in Mr. Ryan's eyes. |
Sure, he's a hard-core conservative whose views clash with mine on a whole host of issues. But I'm just a chick blogger, so issues shmissues, amiright? Stare at this young, handsome, cheese-loving altar boy for a while, then shut up and vote.
Well, it won't work, presumptive Republican Presidential nominee Mitt Romney. Because I'm more than just a demographic. I am an intelligent, focused, educated, multi-dimensional woman...
Um.
Yeah.
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