Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places
New Jersey governor Jim McGreevy announced to the world yesterday that he looked "deeply into the mirror of his soul" and saw a lonely little guy just struggling to burst out and suck some serious cock. Well, he didn't use those words exactly. He nuanced it up a bit, rambling on about his "confused childhood" and "spiritual reflection", trying to spin it around to where cheating on his wife was the only thing he was guilty of. Sure, I'll bet she didn't appreciate being porked by the same package that was up some dude's poop chute ten minutes earlier, but don't worry - the affair was "consensual".
"I confess, Kari, I've been playing 'Hide the Sausage' with that brash young Israeli poet. You know, the one with the pretty lips and the nice ass? But I assure you, it was purely consensual."
Listen, jackass, if you want to ride the baloney pony, that's fine by me. I'm a tolerant person. Heck, some of my best friends are bone-smuggling ass pirates. But don't try to tell me it'd be completely peachy-keen to take it up the fudge tunnel if you just weren't so inconveniently married. Certain parts of the body are meant for specific things, and I'm fairly sure that God designated the asshole for the discharge of fecal matter only.
Jim McGreevey: He was confused as a child, but he's confused no more!