Say What You Mean To Say

SAY WHAT YOU MEAN TO SAY The other day I was enjoying a drink with my vaginally challenged friend, Pete. Pete is a social democrat who has chosen an alternate lifestyle that does not, technically, require the use of sock puppets. We had just come from a bachelor party after deciding to skip the film "Short Stuffed," a fifty four minute masterpiece starring three vertically challenged pizza delivery persons and a pharmaceutically enhanced, gag challenged working person. Anyway, we were dialoging about the eating habits of suburbanly challenged people of color and the idea that food corporations had an ethical duty to behave in a socially responsible manner. Pete suggested that while people would agree, in theory, that prejudice should always be avoided, in reality the concept of exploiting fear about groups of different persons was ingrained in the corporate mindset. The waiter person, a calorie friendly cause of the erectionally challenged, had turned on the television above the bar. On the screen for the visually abled, Sarah Palin was dialoguing with Larry King about her new book.  Pete looked up at the screen. "I hate that fucking bitch.” From Inside My Shorts: 30 Quickies. http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Adam+sifre&x=11&y=17