Pardon My Election.

If it's Election Day 2004, then it must be time for CLASSIC PICK-UP LINES! Hooray!

• You must have gone to grad school, 'cause you've got an MFA! (Mighty Fine Ass, that is. Not Master of Fine Arts degree. Which you might also have, but I wouldn't even try to guess about that.)
• It don't bother me none that your face looks like a piece of shit vomited on it; if your pussy's got enough room for my fist, my Econoline's got enough room for your fat ass.
• If I said you have a beautiful body, would you give me a blowjob?
• How do you feel about rape?
• Those must be orthodontic mirror pants, because I can see my teeth in your ass.
• Hey... you're not a dude or nothin', right?
• I'm obligated by law to inform you that I have served time for criminal acts of a sexual nature. Wanna get a cup of coffee?
• Let's have a dick-sucking contest! Here--you go first! Oh, and the winner gets to clean my bathrom and bake me a pie!
• What's a girl like you doing in a place like this? Or, more specifically, what's a rather plain and somewhat doughy girl like youself doing in a place where most of the women are extremely attractive? Don't you think you'd be better off being around your own kind? I'd think being in situations lke this would give someone of your less than ideal physical attributes something of a complex. Whatever the case, I'm going now, before someone mistakes us for people who actually know each other. Best of luck, though.
• Ya ever fuck a fat guy?

Also, for the record, I voted at 7:30 this morning. How's that for civic pride?

Also, please forgive the hideousness of the bottom half of this page. It's being worked on (hopefuly. Flash, you out there?).