#3952. Stormy D.

When a female reporter asks the Orange Prolapse questions about the price of gas or the Straits of Hormuz, Trump often fires back... "That's a nasty question!"  If I was the female reporter, I'd quickly reply.

"Sir... I'm sorry you felt my question was out of line.  I'll ask a question that's less offensive.  

"Mr. President, did you use a condom when having consensual sexual relations with porn star Stormy Daniels while you're wife Melania was giving birth to your son Barron."

Follow up question:  "And concerning the fact that you essentially paid $130,000 for a failed hush money, broken non-disclosure agreement for a one-night stand... do you think that was a good deal?"

For the love of D-g!

 

 

In other news, the Stormy Daniels "Unicorns in the Kitchen" tour dates seem to  coincide with the World Cup.

 

The closest she cums is Massilon, Ohio on June 26.  

10 years ago, I tried to contact her when the Make America Horny Again tour passed thru the Burgh.  I thought she was a good candidate to openly discuss my concerns about Trump using his social media platforms to spark an "artificially generated stampede" or worst case scenario dominipede.

 

I think it would make for an excellent curve ball.  But what I think isn't usually well-received.  And that's a 2+ hour drive for a crapshoot at Krackpot's comedy club.

 

 

 

Stormy D.
sonofsaf

Defiled, Trumpy Bear, a Lake Tahoe affair
Penis to dismember, his mushroom’s tiny
Total disgrace critical race
Cesspool, hunger strike, Mac is Big hip hooray
Jewish, kosher meat, Kushner is fuckin’ gay
Clownish cunt, ain’t the norm, seven sins, do no harm

Stormy D, Triple D.-Triple D., Stormy D.
Pornography-motorboatin’ for you and me

Proud Boys mostly white, shit in a golden stall
K$H COW, FBI doubt, bourbon they’re trying 
Big lies, bald hair, big crimes, fake hair
Trump’s gay, lust’s a sin, his horseface enemy
Ain’t white, orangest queer, from sea to shining sea
Clownish cunt, ain’t the norm, seven sins, do no harm

Cesspool, hunger strike, Mac is big hip hooray
Jewish, kosher meat, Kushner is fuckin’ gay
Clownish cunt, ain’t the norm, seven sins, do no harm 

Valerie
Steve Winwood

So wild, standing there, with her hands in her hair
I can't help remember just where she touched me
There's still no face here in her place
So cool, she was like jazz on a summer's day
Music, high and sweet, then she just blew away
Now she can't be that warm with the wind in her arms

Valerie, call on me-call on me, Valerie
Come and see me-I'm the same boy I used to be

Love songs fill the night, but they don't tell it all
Not how lovers cry out just like they're dying
Her cries hang there in time somewhere
Someday, some good wind may blow her back to me
Some night I may hear her like she used to be
No it can't be that warm with the wind in her arms

So cool, she was like jazz on a summer's day
Music, high and sweet, then she just blew away
Don't tell me you're warm with the wind in your arms 

Challenging lyrics.  Such a great tune.  

Not a big fan of Winwood's smash hit "Higher Love."   

From 1986 to the present, Steve Winwood has played the Burgh 7 times.

From 1972 to 1994, the original members of Traffic grid-locked the Burgh a grand total of 3 times. 

Traffic:

7-29-94, Buckeye Lake, Hebron, Ohio

Patchouli oil, eh?  Let's be honest here.  Its sole purpose is to mask the pernicious, unrelenting stench of body odor.  What bothers me isn't so much the scent, but rather, the utter reliance.  It's like those women who bathe in perfume or the men who gargle with aftershave.  It's not a solution.  Merely a temporary fix.   

In my mind, all venues should have a B.O. squad on multiple golf carts.  They'd patrol the lot like a "Smell Gestapo."  To sniff 'em out, strip 'em down, and wash 'em with a big, soapy brush.