I am sitting here on the campus of the the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill, waiting for the third and final Presidential debate to begin in just a little over 90 minutes. Unfortunately my gal pal, Ann Coulter, is as dumb a bitch as you all suspected. She sent me to the wrong university. Instead of being on the campus of Hofstra, I am 500 miles from the real action in Hempstead, NY all alone in a dark auditorium.
Well, maybe I can get drunk and get nailed by the basketball team. Tar Heels to Jesus!
But I plan to watch the debate on television and blog about it–that is if Blanca is not too busy being stuffed by a southern gentleman. Who knows, maybe tonight I might even get a supporter of “That One” to give it to “This Girl.”
Blanca is getting the vapors just thinking about it.
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