I just found out a dude in my high school graduating class had a sex change operation. Me? I say more power to her. If he wasn't happy and she is, then the world is a better place. I never really knew him, but I'm toying with the idea of going to my 20th reunion, so maybe I'll meet her. After all, it's all over in the end, people, and it might be later than you think. If you want to cut off your wiener, I say, "Go for it!" There is, after all, no shortage of wieners in the world.
Meanwhile, on the floor of the Senate, people are having congress.
Did you ever wonder what the name of this song is, the one with the mellow finger dance on the guitar strings and the sultry alto singer practically moaning through the lyrics? I wonder about it right now. Were I to give this song a name, I'd call it "An Invitation to Congress, But Not a Sincere One." That's a long name, I know.
Meanwhile, on the floor of the Senate, ducks look back fondly on the low pressure of their lame days when people weren't constantly pointing out the unsightly pork stuck in their bills. [That sentence was so ridiculous. It cracks me up. So, so, so ridiculous.]
I'll be keeping my wiener. I'm not keeping it because you think I should, though. I'm keeping it for congress.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
