TS here. I’m the less polite half of InstaPutz. In my allotted week, I’ve resolved to – at minimum -- get through the English alphabet.
A is for Attaturk, who can dislocate his jaw.
B is for the Book Review, whose asinine antics have stuck in my craw.
C is for Chris Dodd, who has “real live nads.”
D is for David Petraeus, who ought to supply kneepads.
E is for an evolving abortion stance, which Fred may have to explain.
F is for a funny, which this is not -- it’s insane.
You can get me at instaputzen [at] gmail [dot com].