I have fallen head over heels in love with an antiwar activist named Liam. He smells of lentils and righteousness.
I first met Liam at an anti war demonstration at the capital. He had the wildest curls I have ever seen and his vulgar songs about George W made me blush. "Munkay', he would smile with lips so sensual cupid would be envious and girls like me could only dream of kissing. "Who let the bombs out?"
At the time I had no idea who let out the bombs so I would just shrug my shoulders and hang my head in shame. But since that time the world has taught me things. Many many things, so when he calls me in the middle of the night from his two man pup tent to ask, "Munkay...Dear Munkay, who let the bombs out?", I tingle all over and joyfully yelp. "Bush! Bush and Chaney let the bombs out!"
Oh how I wish he would drunk phone me so I could seduce him with my own fiery passion.
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