You know, in my salad days, something like the Lysistrata Project would have really pumped my ‘nads (to use an expression popular in my salad days), but today my woodie for political activism has gone as flaccid as Bob Dole’s pre-Viagra wang. And on top of that, I’ve got my own show to worry about, and well, they’re doing the whole damn thing on freakin’ Lundi Gras!
The cards are stacked against me. And, uh, I guess I’m getting old.
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