Greg brightens my nights... and I mean that in the most masculine way.
You don’t THAY!
I’d cut out the gay bar stuff since after all we’re conservatives, or supposed to be. But puppies and pigs and pork and Jews... (separate the pork from the Jews with a block of puppies, because we have no beef with the Jews, pun not intended) sounds like a winner to me.
Just in passing, I wanted to mention that I pulled some pork tonight . . .
No, really. I had a crock-pot of pork loins going most of the day, getting ready for a party this weekend, that I shredded apart into tender, succulent morsels of delectable pork meat for consumption by the Faithful this Saturday.
(It’s for my birthday party, if you must know) . . .