So, I get a letter in the mail, asking me to answer a questionnaire about my hoochy activities in exchange for $10. I would immediately call the EPA to ask for an environmental impact statement form to dispose of this sucker because you do not know who the hell has been touching it.
And in the dark recesses of some nondescript government building sits a middle aged bald guy lustfully reading all these forms about women’s sparkin’ activities, hoping like hell that he doesn’t get caught and …. oh dear God, y’all, it turns out that Rick Scott is as creepy as we thought.
http://juanitajean.com/2013/01/04/talk-dirty-to-florida-you-know-you-want-to/
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