Is it a deer caught in your headlights? No, it’s just Ann Coulter. I used to think I was scared of clowns, but after seeing her in about 17 versions of the “little black dress,” my nightmares have taken a whole new direction.
Look Ann, I know that you yearn to be the hottest thing since Nixon…but turns out, I’d much rather see him in that black minidress than you – yes, even if pulled from the grave, propped up, and stuffed into it. Come to think of it, Nixon doesn’t look so bad with a little makeup…without my glasses…and I AM feeling a little lonely tonight….
Coulter vs. Nixon? I decide to go with Nixon – he doesn’t talk, let’s me have my way with him, and the ash stains on your genitals are just part of the deal.
It’s like sex on the beach…a little gritty, but worth it.
