/hot like she isn't. Ew.

He will now.

He never harassed me either. Poor guy is clearly the victim of a WITCH HUNT!

My vote would have been for the dumbass tag. I really hope this silly biatch is embarrassed when she sobers up.

Ha! Chick logic.

I feel harassed after seeing that mug.

I always thought national Republicans were batshiat crazy and so retarded you'd swear they were products of inbreeding but holy crap - the ones at the state level are even worse.

Why do GOP voters think so little of themselves that this is what they consider representative of them?

[thatsamanbaby.jpg]

Cain's response: "Tits or GTFO."

Rarely are we given a case where the use of fire is not simply advised, it is required.

FreakinB: I have no plans to vote for Herman Cain, but I really don't think that who he did or didn't fark should be anyone's concern.

Same for any politician, really.

I totally agree EXCEPT when said politician has held themselves up as the moral defender "traditional marriage" as Cain has done.

You don't get to take a shiat on other people's families and find your own private life still exempt from discussion.

He never harassed me either!

I'd love to see this as somebody's murder defense:

"Your Honor, as you can plainly see by the fact that you are alive yourself, I never murdered you. THEREFORE, it's impossible that I ever murdered anyone else!"

In her defense, she looks like she might have been hot about 45 years ago.

But is she worse than the ones that supposedly were harassed?

"I am not an unattractive woman."

[drinks whiskey]
[takes MDMA]
[puts in eye drops to dilate pupils]
[browses some porn]
[drinks more whiskey]

Hell yeah. She's HOT!!!

/recipe for a regret-filled morning-after

gshepnyc: FreakinB: I have no plans to vote for Herman Cain, but I really don't think that who he did or didn't fark should be anyone's concern.

Same for any politician, really.

I totally agree EXCEPT when said politician has held themselves up as the moral defender "traditional marriage" as Cain has done.

You don't get to take a shiat on other people's families and find your own private life still exempt from discussion.

Fair enough though the reasons NOT to vote for Cain are legion.

Maybe 20 or 30 years ago?

I have low standards, but I would need 8 beers and two paper bags for that.

/shudder
//gag

...wonder what she looks like in a garterblt an thigh highs? Those usually help.

I'm getting a bit misty thinking there will be no more Herman Cain news in about a week.

nosehat: He never harassed me either!

I'd love to see this as somebody's murder defense:

"Your Honor, as you can plainly see by the fact that you are alive yourself, I never murdered you. THEREFORE, it's impossible that I ever murdered anyone else!"

Thanks.
This is what I came to say.

Oh hey, she's the one who pointed a loaded gun lacking a safety catch at a reporter to show him the laser sight. I don't know if I'd be brave enough to call her fugly to her face.

Wasn't this Cain's defense, too, at one of the debates? Something along the lines of "There's thousands of people who would tell you I'm a great guy and haven't harassed them!"

Do these people honestly think this is a valid argument?

Hey, Sandusky didn't rape every kid who participated in his Second Mile Foundation, so he must be innocent. (Same conclusion, when applying her completely illogical "logic" to a similar factual situation.)

She makes penis sad.

/not impressed

In early 1987, I was a doe-eye volunteer for the DNC in California's Fifth District. Coming back from lunch, I went to the restroom and sat in a stall to pee. It was then that this monster, stinking of gin, barged into the bathroom, singing Sinatra. The stall door beside me smashes open and a trucker-like fart rumbles. I pulled my arms and knees close to me, trying to hide, quiet as I could. A deep slosh hit the toilet and turned into a low grumbling gargle as the monster urinated, sometimes hitting the water, then the wall, the floor, splattering against my bare leg. I shivered to think of what all that fluid was emanating from. It finally stopped, my leg soaked, and a giant belch sounded. Then the bastard said, "Whose over there?" Slurred speak. The stink of old booze and cigarettes. Rotten teeth. I heard the click of heels, a grunt, and then the door to my stall flew open, smashing my knees as it flung past. There she stood, Nancy Pelosi, her giant dick dangling out of her pants.

That's as far as I've ever gotten with my therapist. I thought the anonymity of Fark might help, but it's just too painful. Anyone in power so hungers for power that they'd destroy anything for one more fix.

Link blocked at work, please post said photo for judgement.

spentmiles: In early 1987, I was a doe-eye volunteer for the DNC in California's Fifth District. Coming back from lunch, I went to the restroom and sat in a stall to pee. It was then that this monster, stinking of gin, barged into the bathroom, singing Sinatra. The stall door beside me smashes open and a trucker-like fart rumbles. I pulled my arms and knees close to me, trying to hide, quiet as I could. A deep slosh hit the toilet and turned into a low grumbling gargle as the monster urinated, sometimes hitting the water, then the wall, the floor, splattering against my bare leg. I shivered to think of what all that fluid was emanating from. It finally stopped, my leg soaked, and a giant belch sounded. Then the bastard said, "Whose over there?" Slurred speak. The stink of old booze and cigarettes. Rotten teeth. I heard the click of heels, a grunt, and then the door to my stall flew open, smashing my knees as it flung past. There she stood, Nancy Pelosi, her giant dick dangling out of her pants.

That's as far as I've ever gotten with my therapist. I thought the anonymity of Fark might help, but it's just too painful. Anyone in power so hungers for power that they'd destroy anything for one more fix.

I rarely laugh out loud at things I read here, but this made me lose it. I got to the last sentence of the first paragraph and couldn't hold it in.

I got this here rock the repels tigers.

You may wonder how I know that it repels tigers. It repels tigers because, as God is my witness, I've never ONCE been attacked by tigers while I have it on me.

Rip Dashrock: Link blocked at work, please post said photo for judgement.

When did droopy dog grow such a long mane?



"...hello everybody. You know what? I'm happy."

gshepnyc: FreakinB: I have no plans to vote for Herman Cain, but I really don't think that who he did or didn't fark should be anyone's concern.

Same for any politician, really.

I totally agree EXCEPT when said politician has held themselves up as the moral defender "traditional marriage" as Cain has done.

You don't get to take a shiat on other people's families and find your own private life still exempt from discussion.

That too, but I'm more concerned with his handling of the situation. I don't care if he did or didn't play grab ass, but now that the subject has been raised I do care* how he reacts. And his reaction has been piss-poor at best.

*I don't actually care since he doesn't really interest me as a candidate, but if I did like him I'd care.

I feel better about Cain now knowing he does have some standards

BurnShrike: Rip Dashrock: Link blocked at work, please post said photo for judgement.

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Whoops. Wrong ugly woman in the wrong thread.

hammettman: I'm getting a bit misty thinking there will be no more Herman Cain news in about a week.

Maybe they'll switch back to Bachmann. She's more fun to laugh at anyway.

gshepnyc: I always thought national Republicans were batshiat crazy and so retarded you'd swear they were products of inbreeding but holy crap - the ones at the state level are even worse.

Why do GOP voters think so little of themselves that this is what they consider representative of them?

Funny because I always thought dems were lying slimy egotistical narcissistic bottom feeders that hated anything American. Most dem woman in politics are power hungry dry snatches while most of the dem men turn to the glory hole to satisfy the urge.

spentmiles: In early 1987, I was a doe-eye volunteer for the DNC in California's Fifth District. Coming back from lunch, I went to the restroom and sat in a stall to pee. It was then that this monster, stinking of gin, barged into the bathroom, singing Sinatra. The stall door beside me smashes open and a trucker-like fart rumbles. I pulled my arms and knees close to me, trying to hide, quiet as I could. A deep slosh hit the toilet and turned into a low grumbling gargle as the monster urinated, sometimes hitting the water, then the wall, the floor, splattering against my bare leg. I shivered to think of what all that fluid was emanating from. It finally stopped, my leg soaked, and a giant belch sounded. Then the bastard said, "Whose over there?" Slurred speak. The stink of old booze and cigarettes. Rotten teeth. I heard the click of heels, a grunt, and then the door to my stall flew open, smashing my knees as it flung past. There she stood, Nancy Pelosi, her giant dick dangling out of her pants.

That's as far as I've ever gotten with my therapist. I thought the anonymity of Fark might help, but it's just too painful. Anyone in power so hungers for power that they'd destroy anything for one more fix.

Which song?

Klein suggested that if Cain is innocent he should sue White for libel

But he's not doing that. His lawyer won't even issue an actual denial. What does this tell you?