Al? Dull yes, but ... he had ... has ... I dunno ... something, I have to admit. We've all known an Al. A non-almost-notch on our belt. He has that southern slightly prissy brainy guy thing you love to hate and hate to love. You'd like to get him roarin' s--t-faced on Jim Beam sours, watching him suck the bourbon off orange slices. Then you put a friendly hand on his back at the bar, as you listen to his weepy, maudlin confessions about cheating on tests or the one time he pulled his shorts down at summer camp as other horny campers looked on, bug-eyed. You'd exonerate him of all sins before tucking him in his bunk. The next morning, he'd wonder if "anything happened," and then you'd say zip, giving him no relief. Yearning ... and power, it comes in many forms.
Moving right along, I'm terrified that Kerry might reject Edwards -- who really has to stop shoving his right thumb at us, I'm with Bill Maher -- and pick Mr. Potato, Graham. This year, it's Ohio, not Florida, that we have to worry about.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 3/3/04 at 09:43 PM