Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Such Pain

The Deep Thoughts of Tom DeLay...

"Must...hold...smile...look sincere..."


"Muscles...so...tight...so...unnatural"


"Must...look...like...nice guy."

And now the thoughts of his wife...

"He's touching me! Dear God he is touching me! I can still smell Abramoff's English Leather. Must keep lunch down! Bargain broken."

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