TV & Shit: September 2007 Archives
Holy smokes, kids. Look at old Fred Thompson, courtesy of Reuters:
Every time this guy articulates a sentence, his entire body jolts like he's jerkingly undulating in and out of a state of full rigor mortis. "I'm alive! I'm dead! I'm alive! I'm dead! I can't stop talking about 'down home American values!' I'm alive!"
I thought you had to be an attractive man to win the presidency in this day and age. You know, like women more or less decide the prezzinents because they (not you, you specific woman, if you're reading this) tend to vote with their engorged clitorii more than they vote with their heads or their pocketbooks. Someone find me that poll. Anyway, Fred Thompspoon is dead in the water if he can't stop photographing and videographing like a reanimated cadaver, with all the color and pallor of the walking embalmed. The fact that he sounds vaguely cranky can't help too much, neither.
Vote Corpse for Prez '08 fuck the world!
I thought you had to be an attractive man to win the presidency in this day and age. You know, like women more or less decide the prezzinents because they (not you, you specific woman, if you're reading this) tend to vote with their engorged clitorii more than they vote with their heads or their pocketbooks. Someone find me that poll. Anyway, Fred Thompspoon is dead in the water if he can't stop photographing and videographing like a reanimated cadaver, with all the color and pallor of the walking embalmed. The fact that he sounds vaguely cranky can't help too much, neither.
Vote Corpse for Prez '08 fuck the world!
