Wonderchicken 08
The exploratory committee has come back with a dog-choker of a bar bill, the Portobello market magic 8-ball has come up with a big och-aye, the goat entrails are vermiformally encouraging, and the Voices of The Peoples have been heard.
VOTE WONDERCHICKEN! (You know, eventually.)
I inhaled. Read my lips: I did have sex with that woman. I've torpedoed more companies than you've had hot meals, I avoided military service, I never did stop the drinking. And the Alzheimer's, well, you know what Nancy says. I am a crook, and I've had lustful thoughts about other women.
I am a donut.
But I swear by the Vengeful Bearded Deity of The Midwest, I will emerge from the media birth canal triumphant, only mildly crumpled and sweaty, and wiping god-goo from my forehead, stride manfully forward into the cleansing light of the television cameras.

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McGee | July 18, 2007 1:26 AM
stavrosthewonderchicken | July 27, 2007 8:14 PM
McGee | July 28, 2007 6:06 AM