I never cared much about health insurance growing up. It was always there, but I was never one of those kids who was always breaking something. In the military, it was always there too, but I never cared much about having it. I mean, who wanted to go to those military quack doctors anyway; you go in coughing up blood and they send you out the door with some tylenol. Now, really!
I love my bras. I love the support they provide me. I love the way they “secure” my “assets”. In fact, I love my bras so much that for years I have worn them to bed because it was more comfortable. And besides, how many girls want to risk gravity taking its toll a few years too early and leaving you with saggy breasts?
I can still remember when Jon Stewart and the Indecision 2004 crew made joke after joke about the obvious disjointed issues of the Democratic Party.
I was out at a club one night recently in our nation’s capital, and I stumbled upon a young man wearing a shirt showing the faces of Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton, that said “Bros before Hoes” in a patriotic red, white and blue.
