I remember being pleasingly scandalized by the Bill O'Reilly sexual harassment case a couple years back. Nathan and a couple friends were on line behind him at a Knicks game around the time the story broke and I was sorely disappointed that they failed to offer him a loofah. He is a very big man, though, and clearly has some very serious anger management issues, so perhaps its best they left well enough alone.
But it wasn't until earlier this week, while reading about an O'Reilly run-in with an Obama staffer, that I found out he actually, at least in one instance, said falafel instead of loofah. As in, you know, he fantasized rubbing her down there with a falafel.
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