Mark Foley can NOT buff my scrotum
This twerpy shitstain perv Mark Foley, he of the IMs to Congressional boy pages, had better stay the hell away from my scrotum, and yours too. He's trying one excuse after another to justify his butt-sniffing disgusting NAMBLA proclivities. Today he claims he was "abused" by a priest. This I don't mind so much. But, yesterday he said he was entering alcohol rehab.Wait a minute. This gives a bad name to alcoholics everywhere.
Speaking as an expert, let me tell you: us heavy drinkers are mostly harmless, so long as we don't drive or have families or try to hold down jobs or maintain friendships.
My favorite bar, sold in 1994, is now a coffee house during the day with some kind of yuppie nightclubby feel at night. It was Washington D.C.'s Zebra Room, (now the "Zebra Lounge") and when I was a regular it was famous as a smoky, divey hangout for toothless drunks, including numerous well-known politicos. Former Speaker of the House Carl Albert effectively lived there when Congress wasn't in session. Now, as this coffehouse, it's been cleaned up and sanitized, and more's the pity.
The old Zebra Room served pizza in front and had a horseshoe shaped bar in the darkened back area complete with wobbly stools and chipped formica and broken down souls bellying up for their next whiskey. It's all changed now. In the photo, taken recently at a gathering of lobbyists, you can still sort of see how the bar was.Back to Mark Foley. That scuzzbag. He wouldn't have been welcome at the Zebra Room, or anywhere else upstanding (or floorlying) alcoholics congregate. So don't be fooled by all his whining and whingeing. Bastard.
posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 10:42 AM
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Oh and how'd ya like to meet me in The Zebra Room for a coupla beers among the toothless, maybe shoot a game of pool?
That sounds like Fun, don't it???
I loved that place. Too bad it got yuppified after it was sold!
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