Monday With Bubba

I love it when Pumpman says nice things about me over the weekend. It pumps up my weekend hits.

Bill Clinton is a scumbag.

I picked my second tomato from my garden and ate it tonight. It was better than the first one.

No, I didn't watch the Dan Blather/Bill Clinton lovefest on 60 Minutes Sunday. The last thing I need to see is Blather giving Bill Clinton a blowjob on national TV.

Speaking of blowjobs I hear that Clinton said the reason he let Monica play tonsil hockey with little willy was because he could. Because he could!?!??

There's a lot of things I could do because I could and a lot of skanky girls I could have nailed, but I appear to have sumpin' that Bill Clinton doesn't: standards.

Here we have the most powerful man on the planet and he couldn't do any better than some fat ditzy intern? His idol JFK nailed Marilyn Monroe. Clinton got blown by Monica. And we're supposed to respect this asshole?

We had some bodacious storms this afternoon. My team lead left early. I think he was expecting a power outage. I left about 10 minutes after he did. Same reason. The sky opened up on my way home. Memo to self: Get new windshield wipers for the truck.

Clinton says he's proud of his impeachment. He doesn't think it's a stain on his presidency. Too bad about the blue dress. After all it was the VRWC that did him in. Keep thinking that Bubba. You have the honor of being the first elected president to have been impeached. You're in the history books.

He also said that after Hillary found out he had to spend the next two months sleeping on the couch. It's a good thing she wasn't really pissed or he would have only had to spend one month sleeping on the couch. So here you are, the most powerful man in the world and you're gonna let your wife make you sleep on the couch. Maybe Hillary does own the balls in that family.

Got a lot accomplished at work today. Heard from my IBM rep. He had to go in the hospital last week. He had a stone in a bile duct. He told me the cleaning people did a real good job on his office. Fortunately, he didn't miss the shit can when he puked. He did say the EMT's made quite a bit of a mess. He had triple bypass surgery a few years back so when he gets chest pains they are taken seriously. He was back at work today.

Clinton said he gave in to his weakness with Monica because he was pissed at Starr. Yeah. That's what I would do. If someone was out to get me I'd look for an airhead to give me a blowjob.

Here's sumpin' interesting. The New York Times didn't roll over and give Bubba's book a good review. I guess the reviewer didn't get the memo.

"The book, which weighs in at more than 950 pages, is sloppy, self-indulgent and often eye-crossingly dull --- the sound of one man prattling away, not for the reader, but for himself and some distant recording angel of history," Kakutani wrote.

In other words, bullshit. This is Bill Clinton fer chrissake. Did you expect anything other than bulllshit?

And that's about all I'm writing about tonight.

Tomorrow I have a Sommelier Guild of Atlanta wine tasting. I'll post the menu and the wines tomorrow.

Posted by denny at June 21, 2004 08:46 PM