What’s wrong with a red-blooded American male appreciating the pulchritude of a winsome lass? Your not going pooftah on us are you?. Get thee to the apothecary and get some elixir to stimulate them ‘nads….yeah I know, if not used they tend to become vestigial.
I thought you proud yourself of being able to appreciate nice…er…extremities, shoved or not? Why do you deny that same appreciation to others?
In any case, I would rather lidten to Hannity than to any other talking heads. He was the one who broke the story about the Dear Pastor Wright; something the Left has been trying to wrigle out ever since – unsuccessfully, as it’s ironproof. So he deserves my attention.
It’s 1979, and I’m sitting in the VFW hall fixating on a pair of gams a couple of tables down. Nothing is said until the end of whatever it was I was attending, at which time the following is revealed:
“You do realize that one of these is made out of wood, don’t you?”
It pays to be a bit circumspect, or at least a bit more than I was in those days.