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Wednesday, November 8, 2006

Sad Sad Day...

...For Republicans. But a happy day for PA.

I'm happy to see Prick Santorum leaving the Senate. Though, no-one seems more depressed than his daughter (see right). I am so in shock that we finally seemed to get something right in an election that I really don't know what else to say.

I feel like doing the Cabbage Patch down at Rick's "Home" in Penn Hills (my former 'hood). I feel like flying a banner out the window of my office. I feel like hosing off the Santorum after a playful yet rebellious session of butt-sex.

Instead, I blog with a glorious "WOO HOO!"



At 11/10/2006 3:23 AM, Blogger Amanda's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

If it's wrong to laugh at his idiot children, I don't want to be right. I totally cackled when I saw that photo. That girl is WAY too old to be hauling a doll around...a doll wearing a matching dress, no less. I think I recognize that pattern from the "American Girls" catalogue. It's like they were trying to engineer "precious" on stage.

Even though I am Madam Mom, I fucking hate every one of his mutated children. Sorry, kids, that's the price you pay for trying to tell me how to vote. Punks.

Voting was fun with the new electronic ballots. I felt like I was ordering a senator from Sheetz. I especially liked how the "VOTE!" button at the top flashed and lit up when you cast the ballot. I halfway expected a Plinko machine to materialize and balloons to drop from the ceiling and someone to shout "Amanda Hempel, thanks for playing American Democracy! You can drive home from the polls in A NEW CAR!!"

You busy this weekend? Let's go see a movie. :)

At 11/10/2006 6:47 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

1) Are his children Amish?

2) I am concerned that Amanda recognized the dress pattern. Deeply, deeply concerned.

At 11/13/2006 10:03 AM, Blogger Needtsza's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Wah. He lost!

Stupid kid.

At 11/16/2006 3:37 AM, Blogger Amanda's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

I just scrolled down to see that picture, and even though I'd been envisioning it, it still made me cackle with such glee (and with such force) that it cracked my back in several places. (Seriously.)


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