I'm still riding the high of my Blackhawks sending the Calgary Flames to the golf course last night. Having fun pointing out what a pinhead Hussein is, enjoying the blogs of my like-minded compatriots, just really hitting a groove on a damp and blustery Spring morning. So I was thinking I might throw in a little piece on Hussein's wife. She's never had any blog-play here at the Sidearm, maybe it's time.
Nope. She's even more worthless than her jagweed husband, so why bother? She's un-American, un-classy, un-cool. Steve McQueen would have hated her, and that is the ultimate litmus test as far as I'm concerned. So nuts to Shelly-belly. She can do her own PR.
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