The main man and I just had another knock down drag out over the election.
Hello, my name is L.A. and I'm...I'm in love with...a McCain supporter. *sob*
It always starts the same way...we'll be talking about anything, like ice cream with Reese's peanut butter cups crushed in it (that was my lunch, lol!).
All of a sudden, someone (yeah, it was me) takes a dig...
"Well, since the ice cream is VANILLA and all, I bet it's McLame's favorite flavour. Damn Rethuglicans".
BAM! (think the big flying words from the old Batman series)
"Since it's got the chocolate pieces in it, it's more like Obama...I'll just call it socialist swirl. Of course only you elitists will eat that crap. Democrats, I tell ya. "
"You want to talk socialist? Fine, can you say the words government bailout???"
"Aw hell nah you dint. Don't you come crying to me after you see the mess Obama has made of this country. He's going to tax us out of everything, we're about to enter another Great Depression, what about the carbon taxes he's got planned..."
And so on and so on.
Throw in a jab or two about Rev. Wright, how McCain was one of the dumbest in his graduating class, Michelle is an angry black woman, and Cindy looks like an old burnt out whore, and it's like a tennis match with angry words a-flyin'.
I'll try to be gracious for the rest of the day...after all, my candidate is going to kick his candidate's ASS.
*does secret happy dance*
Pets, trump, and Putin.
18 hours ago