An eager Craigslister today suggests an extra special way to discuss Election ‘08:

Reply to: pers-334663682@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-05-20, 11:58AM EDT

I’ll come in with a full suit and tie. You’d be naked on the floor or ideally a rim chair. I’m not going to say hi or anything. I’ll lower my custom made slacks, silk underwear, and slowly lower my my ass on your mouth.

And then I’ll say “The problem with the troop surge is we need 400,000 troops, not 20,000 troops, and the detestable Congress won’t handle that, and the American people won’t handle that, so here I’m reduced to having you handle THIS.”

Your first sniff will tell you I haven’t washed my ass in six months, and that the fine wool suit, silk tie, and trimmed nails are just a cover for a hairy guy who hasn’t washed or wiped for half a year.

“Have you looked at the pictures of the kidnapped soldiers? They can’t even shave yet! It’s a wonder they have pubic hair. I bet they would give their eye teeth to be my full toilet for a lifetime rather than be pawns for the Rove’s fake war”.

All this time, your tongue is way up in my ass, and I’m opening up my starched shirt, maybe take off my tie, and jerking off as I open up my rectum to your tongue. Keep pushing and I’ll use your mouth the same way Bush and the Dems are using this country.

“Bush doesn’t even make decisions. He just sits in the Lincoln room with Barney, waiting for the talking points of the day. When he writes his final book it will be “You can’t blame be because I didn’t decide anything during my administration”.

Somewhere in this dialog we both get off. Who knows why.

I’ll rebutton my shirt, pull up my slacks, brush the wrinkles out of my fine wool jacket, and walk out the door saying “It’s not my fault your mouth looks like shit…”

(Sounds like just another day at The Politico. Tee hee.)